All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this
I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.
My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet
Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed
And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat
Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,
Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up
If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but
You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches
Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this
Get money then bitches
So it's nothing to finish
I don't know defeat
"kill this nigga, guns and weed"
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