Run around town, looking for a guy that sell that tree,
Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night
//those forced to sell their bodies and hustle to provide
I hated, some ritalin, some white socks
You sell yourself for better jobs
If stories went on scales i'd have a lot to sell
Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell
You act like you sell records kid, you're makin me laugh
This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph
Breakdancing to melle mel
Take it, leave and then go sell
Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors
Afford to sell, we're poor as hell, spare me two dollars,
If at all, now your a pawn of the bullshit they sell.
All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle
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