And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
If only i could go back into the 80’s
Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress
Bad, just like an 80's car
Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease
Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
And she looking for them trees, baby we got some
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
I should michael jordan these rappers
Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
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