One two three four five six seven eight nine
Is it possible at the same moment in time
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus
So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit
It's only one round, two or three i don't need it
I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four
I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer
Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
A fun chick its nothin to break funds with
He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,
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