Girls, traffic and some things tragic
But they say we ain't big
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
"kill this nigga, guns and weed"
The drug that they brain need
I need to beat
Put up and smoke that weed,
2:26 // verse 2: you went to the girls school, in the year below me
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters
Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,
Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..
Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed
For the whole week, no time for cold feet
I used to sneak and smoke stress weed
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