I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast
You even lied to me that your name was frank
My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride
Ha bitch swerve cuz i just lied
Ninety-nine percent of my life i was lied to
I could think of a couple positions for you
Wish i could stuff all you
I really love my miami crew
She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art
So i figured i could trust you to stay in the yard
Ninety-nine percent of my life i was lied to
If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you
She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that
And you know, if i could, i get married to rap
But i still know how to rap like you wish you could
Call me a product of my own damn hood
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