My nigga, its all love
Sometimes you got problems
Mo' money, mo' problems
Smoke until i ain't got no lungs
You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas
Hang your problems on a hanger
Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer
To rap while cursed by math
He just get her bigger bags
But money never lasts, in fact it's only last
Bitch i found my path, still in school but im not good with math.
I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,
Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings
Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love
Women troubles family problems
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