It all goes back to when i dropped outta school
Momma told him all that money will make you a fool
Nigga i ain't never scared
She hangs up, and calls a friend
Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home
All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone
I just want a best friend
Stop it if you scared
Where the black girls get their weaves back
With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that
They tried pretend that everything was cool and that they were a friend
They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement
I am only a man and i don't know what to think
I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist
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