And now that i’m getting money
And a fridge and some broccoli
And i don't think homes
And nasty remains and bones
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual
, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,
And get it again and again
Had to wear the 13's with them
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment
But nah, he is quite different
And remember what i said and
And once i'm dead and gone
Get on a song
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