If you ain't about money
Your being pushed into the dead sea
Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,
Because you gotta finish a paper
I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker
Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke
You choke, can't blame you i'm so dope
My god made the sea and land
600 benz, house six hundred grand
I can only love you when you’re undressed
She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best
Shes got blue eyes you can ''sea'' trough,
Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross
Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,
Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy
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