Damn son, where'd you find this
Money mo, money mo, niggas on the track with dope
I was only 14, slanging on some Dial soap
Tryna break a junkie bitch, and then I get my dick sucked
Why you running you cocksucker, bitch my pockets swoled up
I was into gambling, nigga hit the concrete
When I knock the socks off, you can talk yo ass off
My step daddy Darrell taught me how to play broad
And how to cut game like a mutherfucking chainsaw
If you didn't know, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
Mane, I hate the police, lawyers got me sowed up
Now every time you see them crooked bitches, fire that thang up
Ghetto ass nigga, from a ghetto ass neighborhood
I'm ready to kill, steal, trill nigga, I ain't got no love
Stressing all that bullshit, that trick I'm playing, hoe front
I'ma buck them down
He's in my trunk, stanking like a skunk
This is from experience, I sacrifice my life to the streets
Yeah, nigga, fuck peace!
If you didn't know, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
I woke up in the morning, smoking breakfast, got me dazed
I threw on my khaki shirt, OG style, baby doo-doo braids
I'm plotting on these sissy suckers, they run they grip constantly
My road dawg Lil John strapped with 'M'
For one, we faithful to the streets
Because I grew up with not shit up in my refrigerator
Sometimes I hustle from the circle, put food on my table
I'm down to die on my time, it was for me I own
You talkin' gankin'? Adios, partner, show you wrong
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