Third ward general, young cash money
These other cats bring blasphemy
Switch swag on you little dick fags
Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats
Boy im out here chasing money
Not hungry for my poetry
And eating you like a cannibals dinner food
And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot
I want that title but they got me fighting under card
And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start
And i got a little big, keep it low key
I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,
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