You rap about selling weed and money schemes
Way too big for my my fucking jeans
Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick
Remember my guns like a mic,
Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club
Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up
If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue
Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you
Never can i straight face
Weed and rapping weed in jays
Without the sound of guns
That was my influence
I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,
Silicone bitches got the confidence
Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions
Not caring for lives, only profit and guns
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