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- i ain't got time for these bitches
- ain't got a dime for these bitches
- breaking it down for three bitches
- duffle stuffed with 3 sixes
- heater under the pillow, i sleep with my missus
- and i'm having dreams of bigger than 6 digits
- niggas where i rest possessed em with chickens (?)
- livin on your dick to hit the next shipment, so high
- and niggas wanna know why i, ride, with semi-automatic by my side
- i need a nigga that's fo sho gon bust, and really i'm the only nigga i trust
- and really i'm the only nigga that go, new shoes, cadillac on fours
- shine for the dimes and the rat hos, check a pack, write a rap crack stove (?)
- and my trunk leave cracks in the pavement
- chevy only carry the weight, lord save him
- just another victim of the game, can you blame him
- and he stay paid (?), can a lame nigga fade him
- and most you niggas in the rap game big blowers
- but at the end of it they don't get shit for it
- but me and mines gotta eat, so i'm beatin up the street
- dinner time, and i gotta hit a lick for it
- send em the god, tryna rob the godfather
- and if you scared of catchin a murder then why bother
- i'm peelin off a knot for pots of hot water (?)
- niggas rolled me off and it made me grind harder
- peace to the east, nigga peace to the chief
- got a slug for the judge, plenty heat for police
- and a book full of sins that i reap when i sleep
- then i wake up and i put em on the beat, how you love that
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