Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards
Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts
Cause too many people got weak ass hearts
I got these tats all on my arms
When you making a difference it's gone be haters
I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,
My hearts aboutta break, from dealin with all this motherfuckin hate
If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape
Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort
Sup players, thanks for all the support,
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
Three major players gettin papers by the layers
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