Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call
And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall
Get a little smart, want to change yo tops
One night, i was selling some rocks
I was born to spit with a dope flow
And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
By seventeen selling more then i could handle
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
He fought us, got caught up, now selling dope on 21st block corner
I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep
And maybe that's why no one helped me when i was knocked off my feet!
Wearing bally's and gold, i'm selling dope shameless to say
Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way
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