And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth
The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers
Better yet they work my every nerve
Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers
It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.
Convertibles with turbo jets
All the girls wanna have sex
Weed smoke, booze and violence
And the v12, that's on various trips
A lot of girls pussies cause he's fucking malcolm sex
And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets
And my condition to start violence
Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,
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