The drug life, a hard life, no wife
And when i start to rise
But i'm not a dummy, without money i'm stuck here for life
Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
See, i like the person that you are
God, my life is a fucking disaster.
Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,
Wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare
But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there
And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block
While prostitutes still getting money from sucking a cock
I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest
They make your life a fucking theft
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