Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light
So fuck ross's apology stop being polite
And grow up to smoke rocks.
You pull up in parking lots
And i ended up being the bad guy,
We was high school peers, in junior high
Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again
Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
Fuck being an architect and kissing ass,
Watching michael grow up into a man and find a lady,
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
To give you all a fuck, i guess i'd have to go and find it first,
They're gonna grow up and be just like the rest of the sheep in the world
Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup
And you love being kobe when you make the lay up
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