Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin' porch up
Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut
When i’m in the motha fuckin house like the senators
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers
Champagne is on the house, cocaine is in your mouth, your neck is knotted
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
Im there halfway, tripping in the half house
From the projects to the penthouse
I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again
You live in the house right down the block, everybody knows your name,
House gets raided at 3 in the morning
Cut me off every time im talking
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion
I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.
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