[COLOR=DarkSlateGray](I was little on sum money shit like yo fuck class/
& im still on some money shit like yo fuck ass//
I dont wont shit 2 do wit it if it aint about cash/
im eat b4 da food gone fuck being last//

VERSE 1

stay strapped wit a heater, i call it tool/
and i use more chalk then those teachers in school//
understand man 4 this money i die/
i bang rocks on your block shorty think itz a lie//
i dare u come out those pockets, flashin em notes/
dat shit will get u body bagged & tossed over a boat//
what da front 4 man u neva spraid no techz/
& me and my manz, yea we bust more than latex//
im talkin bout dat pistol shit/
leavin niggas pistol whipped//
i got beef, now watch how hot dis pistol get/
2 keep it real, i dont care how u flip them brickz//
dis finger will shift/
turn ya flesh 2 bacon bitz //
cause clowns dat talk alot get fucked up & left in parking lotz/
everything i spit iz real, yo i really like 2 spark da la//
what da fuck u really think dis iz a game or sumin/
think a nigga wont blow out ya brain or sumin//



verse 2 lateR!!!!!!!!

ITZ NOTHIN!! 4 U LAME BRAIN ASS NIGGAS FALL BACK!!
ITZ NOT EVEN WORTH YA FOOD & CLOSE OFF YA BACK.
IM GOING 4 BROKE



ayo 4 my mami's out there ayo dont take this as no superthug type shit, itz just me, ima good nigga LMAO LOL [COLOR=DarkSlateGray]undefined[/COLOR][COLOR=DarkSlateGray]undefined[/COLOR]
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