We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
Ow god the supspense has been killing me,
Home grown, is the g that i've shown.
So i parked in a tow-away zone
And compare the way you talked then to how you're rapping
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
But let the record be shown
Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone
But how has god not sinned look at how the time have been
The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion
O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general
How do you worship god when you're just controlled by the devil
I got a love jones for your body and skin tone
You all sound the same like homophones ive shown
I put some cash in ya pocket
God dammit.. how the fuck did we get hit?
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