I was tryna hit it and quit it
After that moscato hit
I'm living it and i own it,
10th grade, eyes red as shit
I work hard for everything i get
They said to get it i got it
Couldn't believe it when i heard it
I know what you do with that
Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed
Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..
Platinum and gold, you gots to love that
So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/
Just screaming fuck it i made it
Well, i can handle that
We have so much in common, starting at the feet
Cant the white man, understand, we won, we ve been freed
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