And i got a little big, keep it low key
Or even near to my family
And losin all his money
Visiting the family
Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..
A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Now i'm missin my family
It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good
Land a wishes an he can finally make money to help his family profit
I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
In his body and face
Weed and rapping weed in jays
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