Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,
To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes
And my speeding fingers leaving niggas with a powdered face
Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze
A low life's plight
My niggas doesnt like your type,
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