Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees
She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice
Cause in this tank, it's me and my bros rhyming for fun
Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision
Music is done without love but is done for the money
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
Of a wolf gang gang bang
I gotta question for you man
She ain't got a man
Fitting ya without ma gang
The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch
You think you're hip, you got that tank at abercrombie & fitch
Music is my money, and i'll never stop until my system stops running
With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something
They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol
Your voice sounds like you’re always on the crack and crystal,
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