Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
New passions, enemies new fashion
Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny
They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin
Psycho jacket attached with brackets latched and fastened in a bridle fashion
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
She looks for money , i look for life
Imagine everyone flashing, fashion,
And i like the hoes that need passion
Every since then our whole city been horrible
To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table
Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this
I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.
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