Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods
Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours
Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush
Straining kush through dark nights while reigning
Bun b, i’m underground king
Kush so purple swore it's myth
Or know them testament verses
Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you
Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due
This fire ass kush is finna get seared
Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think
And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely
When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money
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