But the truth is i come from way beyond/
While she blame mesecrets in tha dark
I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money
It wasn't something i said, or i'd have trouble with the agency,
Car seats got screens in them
They know where i come from
Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy
I come from humboldt where we turn dirt into money
That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes
If ya'll don't understand it i come from a lack of riches,
They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
When i grew up, i was thrown from agency to agency
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