The fakes just wondering what.
They like talking, its like gossip
Squads had me renegade, crack and all those drugs, what?
I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach
You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football
Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
Biggie got shot too with four shots
I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots
Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks
With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
I've been balling those shots
Like i'm only serving 20 rocks
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