It ain't hard to make money
Friend after friend left me
Talking about a friend, of a friend
The day before is better than the present
Niggas in the street scared
She hangs up, and calls a friend
Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some
An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,
The person you love just gets stolen and causes commotion
Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him
I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run
Left with your bitch, you can call her stolen
I thought you were a friend
Smoking khaled, my weed the best
Nigeria inspired the talk drum
Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen
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