Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
Third ward general, young cash money
And a fridge and some broccoli
You couldn't live your life for the moment
Grab the scissors and saws and
And i'm dizzy and spinning
But i ain't listening
Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant
And remember what i said and
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different
And nasty remains and bones
Patron black, uh, patron jones
And inhospitable,
A criminal grind mean hustle
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