We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat
Everyone follow me in this bitch you wrote this high on weed
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
Mix it, did you get it? i sell this n' never falter
Yeah i know we never got to meet
Momma caught me tryna sell some weed
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
Maybe i should sell out and go platinum, here the trumpet sounds,
You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin
I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression
If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see
Now i m gonna tell u a real story....
Your the only one thinks this is funny and trying to sell me out
God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd
I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race
Love the game know this is coming from a different place
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