Faded dreams-schemes have been unbalanced by green on the triple beam.
Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme
I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet
Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit
He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won
Metaphorically a whore i rhetorically score with no assists on
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit
The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet
Starin at the wall, heard a scream
Because i smoke on the green
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
No that whore on the corner next to the four door
And lead tha whole team
Fire on my mind like im green
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