I aint going hard on u....
Gucci man, it's the gucci crew
My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
When i see u ma hart go bom bom like a beat
One two three everybody wana be
Fuck that now trying get the money
When i spit on the beat,
Last of a dying breed
And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl
Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call
Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you
Many casualties follow when i beat the beat black and blue
These are questions i wana ask when your listening
‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
Yo as i sit listeng to the beat
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
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