Bitch, money is everything
A break from what you hearing
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
Now attackin' my best friend? think your shit is handy?
They tried pretend that everything was cool and that they were a friend
Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement
Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
Now we gone at do my shit so legit benefit from everything we commit
But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever
I'm sorry my friend, but this is your wake up call, a needed letter.
Shut the fuck up little cabbage-patch activists, class slackers,
Spitting on everything i see, chipping away at my rivaling rappers,
Put your faith in christ my friend
Stop it if you scared
Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more
God is at my window but the devils at my door
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