With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something
My life is troubling hard life i always holdin a knife can never stop the struggling,
A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,
Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard
Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader
Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature
Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back
Ive had three girlfriends on roulette of chat
See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love
Sense good times coming lately ive had it rough
All my life ive been around crime, niggas sellin a dime, to pay rent on time,
I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime
Ive had rough times made bad decisions
It's moe, all i need is more chips
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