Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks
I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops
Feeling lucky let me touch your spot
Where my niggas pop rocks and lock glocks, know not,
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion
And i knew that i'd make it out one day!, rappin' or trappin'
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