Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
You don't know me, or my family tree
My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill
The way we blow that shit up, call it hamburger hill,
Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill
Like a snow ball running down a hill
Sometimes i think, what i need
Including fox hill and 27th street
Including fox hill and 27th street
Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed
I'm a climber, my wish the hill
Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill
Now im sitting right under that money tree
I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money
Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill
Thats why u behind u still the right on the hill...
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