Count it up , run it up can’t get enough , Hit the stash with the sticks Like snow on the bluff In abbeville it was rough coming up , I can’t go home until my pockets full or the sun is up , Usually stuff green in a Philly but tonight ima smoke a Dutch , Entered the future by hitting the clutch , Deep in her stomach yea I’m in her guts , Hitting the gas leave him up in the dust Had to get a bag now I’m up with the finer things All happen from a nap had a dream ,
Yea, I told you if we ballin/we could make it/talk about these problems/they so stupid an so basic/the pain inside my heart an in my mind I can't erase it/
Fall back game in full effect Like Kevin said I don't get tired But everybody gets tired So I have to stay packing with the iron Or I get sent to God I really live this Yall really pretend this What that good or bad?
I had to focus on myself , Yea I had to get my bag right right , Focused up late at night I need to take my own advice , cup pouring lean in the ice , She’s a video vixen , Pull up on the block ima let out extensions , Shopping with me you get za for the ticket. Most of my time went to visit when my people was in the prison , Standing whipping up the bowl , Ima fool in the kitchen , You slippin like a bad transmission , She on the pole like it’s water catfishing , They use to clown me up in school oh but now I get my swag right,
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