
People said I wouldn’t be shit 'til I believed them Started playing games with grams even my freedom Reading my indictment, did a little research Taking it to trial but I wanna see the plea first Top tier bottom bunk, house party shot it up Choked out my cellmate, told his man «Mop it up» Six bands copping up, started as a car stealer Yard time Kut One like a card dealer GQ, A Town, PA Use the blade to cut one like the DJ Scream «WorldStar» to hype up the replay Nothin Pretty but ya nicely sliced up like the cheese tray Food for thought, block sizzling like bacon Easy like Sunday morning, no real beef he like steak um Might take a minute to realize I’m the poster- Child for having something for everybody like Oprah Christmas story, pulled the metal, got ya tongue stuck Been throgh the ruggedest prisons without one cut Dumb slut topping my dick and drink Stop what a victim think Wash hands of crime then rinse the sink Missing link, no chain snatching I’m African but American as the plane crashes Same habits get handled like stained fabric Pull pussy and metal with the same magnet Somebody got to go, slow the grind, that’s a tough one Hard labor, no overtime, so I cut one Only got daughters meaning I don’t give a fuck son Bullets like the guest list, they get in, plus one Don’t try to battle me, host it, lush one Or burners gonna bang like the bitch on the bus Sun Trust none, let it pile up, that’s trust fund Bodies after bodies in the rivers, Pun’s son People get wet with a Sig, where the dust from Kids want slurpees and icees, that’s a slush fund Bust guns, tuck knives, fuck wives, not ours Gave ya neighbors the crater, literally rock stars Headband in the club, no dubs smoking lately Rather hear a broken promise than a broken safety But I’ll cut one up, he want the fade Ain’t a barber, you a target, I’m the one who bust You a shooter but I’m smarter, I’ll wait till the sun come up He want the fade, ain’t a barber but I cut one up The gut like Tiki, no torch it’s torture Misfortune 500, take a loss it’s easy Bitches rip bikinis, Jews toss they beanies Live like a boss, gonna cost to see me Send the crypto and the rest in cash We accept it like the calls I get from Mag
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