Shitting his stock of cash out his ass
A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash
See my self on the tv screen/
I get paper like i a mail box, seen
Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile
And my grannie in the sky watching over me while
I started on this pad, then i'll be on tv
It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see
Let me rideuntil i get free
I miss my cable tv
Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children
I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son
I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars
Sitting in the hay while i'm watching all the stars
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