Is it because when i get in altercation with a racist they call me haitian.
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed
Don't weep, kickback and consider it a treat.
Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice
I feel it in my veins like blood ecstasy and life
Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy
All you did was use me and treat me like a toy,
Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste
I treat just like my dog so go ahead and get tamed
See if i get away with it now
Will somebody please show me how
You could get away with it, try again
On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them
Fuck with me you'll get smacked, get the weed and shit packed
Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast
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