Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt
I'm a son of gun
Verse 3(i prefer this one):
So 3 weeks later, after school i was looking for my supposedly best friend
Do whatever it takes to resist the temptationbrenda got herself a boyfriend
My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,
And i rap like a nigga who invented rap
But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school
Not too many years ago 3 murders occured,gun was found in my neighbours pool
The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its
Like loch ness, i got 3 fitty in my pockets/
Just let me live is one of my 3 wishes
They for grossing a bigger business
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