Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,
Of course i'm robbin' too, i ain't got the loot to cop some shoes,
From where they take them old beats and turn em into news
Resort to robbin' to feed my family
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
'case a nigga get haphazard and start thinkin bout robbin a light skin bastard
It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard
Robbin' emcees blind of skill, now he's poppin' shit off,
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
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