Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace
Amazed i made out this crazy maze
I made it when everbody doubted,
Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that
Spinning but it stays alive in the rotation spread like a virus
Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
You thought you got it made
New york, va, dc, get paid
We made fun out of our jazz talks
I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs
It was simple, it was a really easy choice,
The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,
I thought, "all right, they made it out alive"
Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live
I dropped out and made it, so be just like me.
She said, "don't be fucking with nobody
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