He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother
Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,
All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga
Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the
Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
The savage with the statics
Got racks, ain’t talking tits
We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between
To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team
I bring the heat like the
The science and the art, africa
May not change the world
The sequel to the first
Show yourself what have you hidden so get ridden or i will u mark u peace like a pigeon
He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run
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