When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.
Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this
Get money then bitches
That shoebox shit, over with
Blow up on this society
Not bad using that dope money
In bed he wept and seldom slept, he deserved respect to learn the truth
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
Got a house on hundred acres
Like fuck all the haters
Rappad gave me power to make dope ass flows,
Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes
Good kids make bad grown ups
No money, power, or drugs,
Money equals greed, greed equals power,
Ay yo you wonder who i are
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