Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
Cassidy your different from other girls
When they twist and talk with they fingers
Weed and rapping weed in jays
And i just love your flashy ways
I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again
Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain
Left chicago with good money for 5 drops
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Sweet jesus, where's the weed
Bitch i'm all you need
And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely
I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money
Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.
Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer
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