Shit, its stuck, fuck! he made quick bucks, now his fucked up luck fade away.
We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day
Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch
Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much
Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,
Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block
I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them
A couple bucks then give a fuck of some
Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup
Shout out my nigga miles
Im busy makin big bucks
Just by sitting around i would made some thousand bucks...
In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux
Took her to the club bought her three more bottles
Shit its sounding like a million bucks..
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