On my ride on the bills baby i
Weighin 165 and these tricks should die
About how you sold out to the norm like a whore on the jersey shore
While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for
It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke
On the road, soul sold and im mouldy, but know the code
Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds
My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,
Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,
No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile
I'd do anything for you, i just damn near sold my soul,
Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll
A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
Turn twenty in a couple of weeks a new house put my name on the lease
You sold him out he was most wanted on the cia
She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say
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