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Hit the stage, I need a check to follow One man band, I'm Desperado Packs stashed in the book, like Fresh-make it extra hollow I know the text, but ain't read the novel Write scriptures, I lay thoughts on a piece of paper Jesus... he atheist, 'till he meet his maker 9 millimeter, red dot-or the green laser Face shot! Can't get a casket-might cremate ya My new shit, got 'em raking in the bills for me Truth is, you got a million dollars-but you still corny ... I don't need a helping hand The pre rolled was 7 grams Every pussy got a price... And every hood gotta plight ... One bullet-that's ya life Have his boys crying out: "Don't look into the light!" I was selling drugs and skipping school Tryna figure out which one I'ma get it through If you ask them bout me, I'm a criminal If you ask me bout them... Don't ask questions, this ain't a interview Fiend got sick, and he died in his living room I'm not them baby, I can't pick and choose It's all in the footwork, I just stick and move I jumped a different bracket... Light up a spliff and he got mad cuz I didn't pass it I'm just a nigga laughing Sorry your offended, the decision ain't diplomatic Bragging, my bitch the baddest-Magic, I dish and pass it I never had a Moncler coat... but I always my fair share of dope I never had a Moncler coat... but I always my fair share of dope Every pussy gotta price And every hood gotta plight ... One bullet-that's ya life Have his boys crying out: "Don't look into the light!" I was selling drugs and skipping school ... If you ask them bout me, ima criminal If you ask me bout them...
Writer(s): Anthony Henry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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