But that was way before i made the dough and met the game
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease
She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black
I got ak-47's get ya shit lit
I put the nigga in his casket
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
Trying hard to speak and
My g"s have been handcuffed,
Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
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