When the truth is, i be just tryin’ to make it equal
I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful
It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy
When i was just a boy
While you tryin to make a living, picking wrappers.
Until the day i put 100k inside her purse
Im just tryin to get them them checks with at least a couple commas
And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love
They giving pounds and that before get the money
That's right bitch boy you just a toy to me,
How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock
Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p
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