Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
Born a leader, avid mad-lib reader, you fill in the blank as i take what i rake in to the bank
In a convoy to the bank
I’m coming back like light-skin and
Almost kill and robbed from malice.
Trying to get back to this thing called love
Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop
An alias to suit the suit top he rocked from this crude snob he robbed
Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show
Fucking hoes, playing super smash bros as mario
Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though
She wanna hop on top like a mario bro
22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank
Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and
Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh
Rob a bank, i'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga
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