Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Quick flipping up sexy back
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies
I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
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