Run a cartel like a real rick ross
Little kids are at a loss
When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope
But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke
Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'
Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him
Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone
Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,
So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich
Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch
Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Getting a little more than an hour's pay
As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away
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