I dont do much but chill with friends, your a government tool
I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor
But the bad time passes, and your left with a crown
You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown
I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents
We split the ends in the middle with a bit of friends
Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects
Never again you said to your friends, its time for a change, to make some amends
We're gonna have a good ol' time.
Guess that means you can never be mine
Forgot to say his friends with a soldier
Bitch i'm from the motor, motor
And my vision isn't set on the money i get
Rappers are having a rough time period
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