Although i’m in the land of milk and honey
You ain't know nothing about me and my money
You rap about selling weed and money schemes
Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems
U took all my money and ran away...
She can't know where my mother stay
And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks
I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,
Hail mary nigga, run quick see
Take my bus and bust down money
Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.
Once as a slave who imagined being free
And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff
In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness
Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain
I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain
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