Dodge a #punch, upper#cut like #jay #z
Like hoes down in magic city
The more small people at your door like please can i receive
When all i see are safe places, upper middle class families,
Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good
Call the crib, same number same hood
I think everyone remembers the treatment by the upper-class,
So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass
Back then we were the best, sitting on that upper tier
Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here
Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went
The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,
Got a little too much confidence and seem shook
Feeling blessed i was never in that hood
Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood
Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good
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