Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,
Miami nights, it was all a dream
And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth
Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes
Bitches pursue me like a dream
Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,
And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)
The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws
We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue
By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?
I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,
With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most
Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds
And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news
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