When they twist and talk with they fingers
Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,
"kill this nigga, guns and weed"
Last of a dying breed
Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain
And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain
I used to sneak and smoke stress weed
Umm, this lane is open if, if you need
I can always go home and look down my street
And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,
Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through
Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin
Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,
She was the queen of the club
With some weed and a cup
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