Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin
Preaching on green like im working for a lesson
I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run
Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,
No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit
It wasn't working n' life he kept on searching,
You know that love is a very serious thing
Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men
It and go on vacation. drop the beat cuz it's too heavy, then i'll fade it out when
Seems like there s a killer on the scene
Then keep your change like an oink machine
And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough
Now i'm working on a final project i can show
That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police
See it's hard to make it out when you're on government cheese,
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