You know i got that soul like i'm bessie smith.
Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches
Fuck a smith an wesson
So now she picks up the gun
She like, girl you wrong running away from home
I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown
If guns is for pussies i'd still pull out that smith and wesson
Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one
Call me hannibal smith, but you are trying to save this disgraced face.
Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace
Because we're rappin' tighter, don't need a smith and wesson,
She vying for number one, tryna be number one
My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that
As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection
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