And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands
And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!
Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.
I'mma sign that work and release that
He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
If u keep takin dollars out they pants
Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.
Forever in debt to the lord for he's given
From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.
Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands
#smelly to the #feet, #fleet, #fighting to #defeat
Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet
Your pants get hit with cancer
So that don't even matter
Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen
Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children
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