The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city
Death total 49, i'm no 49er i need fifty
Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith
It’s a fucking celebration, bitches
This coupe-i'm... in, highway about a buck fifty
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
Now it all came back on her, doesn't even look like she's fifty three
Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy
If you don't want to get burned. lower me to fifty degrees,
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands
But it made me the man i am today, thanks
Never letting go, although sometimes i slip
I rap with talent like a fifty caliber barrett
Pussy and patron that's some great advice
And i shot him in the chest with fifty five tries
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