My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
One eye and i still aint half as blind
A million nasty things went through my mind
I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth
At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters
My momma a og which makes me a don dada
I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya
If only i could rap to you
Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo
Even if i rotted in hell or i became blind
You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild
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