But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,
Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close
They disregard me, i guess they all got egos
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years
Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.
"listen to the track bitch!" echoes
"kill this nigga, guns and weed"
Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet
Love reefer and love sneaker above those
Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,
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