Now he’s living in mansions off his inventions and your decision,
Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women
Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista
I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh
Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,
And my momma keep smoking that shit
Made a living and a killing off it
Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell
But what would you do if you had food stamps and welfare?
As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss
If you were living life and being respected, would you take off?
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