Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin
I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even
40 on my face, getting cash
Got my foot on the gas
Little latasha sho' grown
Did it all on my own
My sim card's the bomb
Gotta take my dreams on
When you took my hand up so calm
Before my time pasted on
All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist
No diamonds on my neck, but best believe its on my checklist
Got your bitch on the ground sucking on my nuts (my nuts)
And finally, everyone got their own problems
Got problems, what? i can't say
He died on my 16 birthday,
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