They say to be careful of the path you tread, and this path you led
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money
Bad gambling led to sad happenings to be
No less profit, themed when we drop shit
Making dollar bills out of music
Out of this coviction of feelings
You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live
Killin' ya out of your speakers.
Talking of the gods you serve
Mind out of my body
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
And it weighs a ton
From hell your out of prison
Acquisitions that led to this transition
That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win
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