Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you
Put it all on the table, do it like a menu
Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,
They slowly showin they colors
Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up
My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame
These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same
Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain
Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again
Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for
Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.
Redan road, that’s my street
Who be puffin that weed
From the back seat, back seat
Sweet jesus, where's the weed
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