Got me paying luxury taxes on everything I build Got me mixing up dope with little j down at rap-a-lot See I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strangeĪnd me and you selling fucking toasted up What I mean when I say I love this cause it love me Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeperįear the reaper that no man born or woman harm meįuck being a nigga in your army though I'm a killer In position to let my opposition know my lifeĬause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right? He came up in the hood but he can't come backįuck that, I remain in the street game frame Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surfaceĪnd let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose? Its the nigga that makes music for the streetsĬause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,
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