Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
To worry about me and my bro steven
Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.
Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back
I'm smokin' that weed while i fuck with my high's bro
Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough
Where you went wrong was hit on my bro,
Your girlfriend want to follow
Right with my bro sniper,
And that i spent the night with her
And i never put a ho before my bro
They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow
Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough
Don't say fuck him, you say they my homies bro
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