We #sell #that #dope #shit on the grind, and we ain't talkin' 'bout dealers,
Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words
Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them
Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n
Your pullin on my hair
No, not on top but down there
Hop in and let me test drive
Crackhead on drug supplies
Oh yes i kept on rolling
Why not me the same thing
Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,
Baby told me that she never memorized a verse
My eyes are rolling, freaking out
Never lookin for a handout
On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/
So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate
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