Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold
Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't
I find dimes like nine - five
We hustle to survive
Cause, i need that one good time
High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,
Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine
Rob you on the street with the nine
If a nigga come up on a nigga with the nine,
So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine
Getting head counting bread, at the same down time
You emcees you agree or i squeeze this nine
Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind
All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child
Got a sign on my dick
Got that nine yea im faded
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