Everything i wanted never seem so close
They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,
Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.
You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load
If we ain't right and always at the throats
The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones
Here they keep a rachet close
Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.
It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes
Alot of episodesand as the glock loads
I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
Actually, its adorable to see his clothes
That they probably be in the closet of old folks
Best believe i'm leaving with more of those
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
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