And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,
Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording
I know i'm not the only bastard in america
Thinking that in giving more money they get more nigga
Man, fuckin wit dis nigga get them bitches giddy
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with
I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
What influence as nigga money or fame
Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again
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