No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Ima talk about this bitch michelle...
Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
Don’t wanna have me then somebody will
The best is that which i accept and nothing less
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
If only i could go back into the 80’s
Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes
You in the basement, i'm on the roof again
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
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