Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands
Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants
When their in the state of beind down while others are great
Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade
I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look
With so many others still stuck in the hood
These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference
In your opinion cause i'm dependent on others opinions
I need money in a major way
6 months, right back on the damn block anyway
When their in the state of beind down while others are great
High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait
In debrief of feces man we need these
I'm everything that they call nice
I was a kid in need of help.
Hold my tears i tried my best
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