I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love
Hit it like a baseball then skip around the bases.
Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics
Dragging heat on our trail we just bail from cops with black whips
Never be found. stuff you in a black
When love comes callin', don’t love back
Anyways give it up the capital the nation
The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/
Also dont forget to mention hiding from cops
He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs
You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga
But i'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in america
Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,
Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga
Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine
But these rogue corrupt cops go and stop me in a line,
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