It's only one round, two or three i don't need it
This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute
I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,
These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference
It's about niggas and bitches, power and money
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
No it ain't easy
Or two. or maybe three?
We once came from fields of cotton to roses
Who know this be the life that i really live
Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind
Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind
You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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