Were battles in that section when i was still supposed to rot,
I read about napoleon hill and try to know god
Tearstained and they hand out advice
I need a backyard full court size
They wouldn't be nothing
Wheres the part where i sing
She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art
See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
Hand to hand in the cold
All this paper i fold
I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks
Ain't had none in a while i need sum aspirations
But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//
Everybody coming home deserve a white benz
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