.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot
I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got
She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
My balls mike tyson in the 90s
Baby i’mma mess, mess
I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
Now this shit is turning to a habit
Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks
Got stretch marks like she got four kids
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less
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