Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money
Except for selling tree but between you and me
A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds
As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets
But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten
But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them
For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids
And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,
It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit
Make it sound too dope i ain't selling it
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money
Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust
Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement
He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame
Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane
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