You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes
We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
My g"s have been handcuffed,
Inferior, but i'm nice
It´s the battle of life
Rub the wood and ima show em love
Like it might solve their problems
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