Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'
First off congratulations on the win
Man i was born in the 5-0-2, where cops don't come thru/
You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you
Kd trey 5 ballin with the nigga russell westbrook
Call levi's we can see about the home cook
5 star meals all the homies break bread with me
A military mind mean money
I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards
You hear the words coming from my lips bastards
We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men
Making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when
But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer
Of goin christopher dorner on all who enforce order
Putting up with 5 days of school only to live it for the week,
You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique
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