D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine
Battle ten of ya bitc*es and come out just fine
Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son
I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one
Posing as a humanoid with soy who challenge in coy
But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy
Lord knows that four door fit eight women
Just pray to the lord, and you'll be just fine, son.
Its either life or the hood, choose whats right and good, and your family's first success son.
While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison
Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back
Pattying cakes with her son and he looks like he's glad
After the club, gettin you open
Hit the joint and pass it son
That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did
About god the father, jesus the son and the holy spirit.
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