You an amateur, they wanna pro to call
No phone calls no visits no contact at all
King of the club, i bet you can’t top
No money no talk,no energy no walk
No affiliation
One time give it up for him
Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine
No more money, no more fame
No place no career no place to even steer
Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear
No, no, we are not those
Some friends, some hoes
Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive
No lames, no lies, no compromise
Had no ambitions and no drive.
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
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