Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
This the land of the white man
But never once in a gang
When hes coming home from jail
See i'm ahead but you stay the snail
Hit the block like a postman with mail
Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail
Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail
Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale
If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
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