Im true to my word and spit real stuff
These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch
Only dreamed of middle class, and never, ever, ever rich,
We don't ever make love
To get rich and famous,
I can feel your heart beating fast
Stuff it all in, all nice and packed
Regular girl, celebrity dreams
Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps
I ain't used to it, she got that hot love
And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff
Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff
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