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Craig Allen Harris
Craig Allen Harris
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Yeah Pretty bitches tried to laugh at me, now I keep 2 20's to the left of me I just put 30 rounds in the battery, I got the product, push it to the factory This is not what it is, this shit it had to be I had to stay down like it's gravity, I'll put a hole through you like a cavity Lately been going through it, I've been battling I Put on like 50 pounds, shit is challenging I'm in a quarantine and I'm channeling Opened my chakras then I got to pedaling I do not play about my fucking melanin I'm in the club and I brought my metal in I ain't negotiating, I ain't settling, niggas around my way can't be settled in We from the trenches, PG county Maryland Some of my niggas really need a therapist I know that some of y'all won't be hearing this Crabs in a Bucket, we ain't ever sharing shit I'll Stomp a fuck nigga on that staring shit I want the money bag, going federal I got my main bitch off an edible, I was in uptown blowing medical I had to make a move, check my schedule I had the cuts and bruises all available When I turned 24, came a animal, ready to go to war, had to catapult Roaches all on the floor, got the antidote He the shit, doo doo stains in his drawers I'm that nigga really off the Adderall, tryna stack a milli Gotta see me ball, when it comes to bitches I done seen it all
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