The revolution will proceed
Momma caught me tryna sell some weed
Hot whips somethin cold on my feet
"kill this nigga, guns and weed"
Who be puffin that weed
I said i got my ass beat
When it came to grams it was 90 i fried
Of the coke and the smoke of weed
Swear i will murk any beat
Sweet jesus, where's the weed
For the whole week, no time for cold feet
Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed
A hit,coz i already got weed
Outstanding clout, what up greg street
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