To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly
Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain
My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name
I wish i could kill every fucker that lays eyes on me
I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby
Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas
I turned him on his belly, what i would do was heinous.
I promise im -not - him
How you hold in emotion
I will not obtain from beef i'll stick him and share it,
They say, trojans never break but it ain't that
Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous
I turned him on his belly, what i would do was heinous.
Me and knb both feel underrated, i consider him my brother even though we aint blood related
Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did
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