It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby
But all that city banging pride man it never got through to me
Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch
I broke mama heart with no college
Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips
Red eyed demons whispering the devils secrets
I grew up in nola city,
While i'm making history
You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss
Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this
I grew up in nola city,
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue
Twinkle your nose, wiggle your toes do whatever you gotta do,
Wide eyed when im leaving
Questioning the whole meaning
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