Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,
Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street
Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up
Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck
Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain
All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim
You rap about selling weed and money schemes
That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets
Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,
You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes
With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes
The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones
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