This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute
No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,
Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change
They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange
You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice
Hold up, check that his food for any lice,
Don't you dare play dirty don't you be teachers pet and nice
Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price
I ---still---- got that maneuver that cannot be used by any user
Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her
But five years from now i bet she see
And junk food that's been feeding me.
And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot
Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food
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