One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,
Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!
Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though
So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones
Third ward general, young cash money
Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.
Together all the timethought it was true love
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
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