She on those downers like she's Eror
Bout' to blow up like a C4
Bitch only come around when she need more
Cocaine Bruce Wayne, Arab money call me Hussain
Might pull up in that Mulsanne
Sellin' to those crack fiends
Started as a runner like an athlete
Started riding shotgun, now I'm in the backseat
Started in the nose bleeds, now we in the box seats
I'm just focused on my posse, ice around my neck like it's hockey
Drippin like a faucet, wavy like I'm car sick
Hear my dawgs there barking, I made something out of nothing
Damn that girl slim thick, got to make her my sidekick
Sweet and sour, got my chopsticks
I just wanna make my pops proud, almost lost it when he got sick
I want money like Oprah, bitch I sell that dope yah
If she want that coca blue hundreds Oklahoma
I know shit ain't how it suppose to be, trust me I'll make the most of it
Dropped out sold dope instead, make sure everything copacetic
They ask me damn how does it feel to be the man
Paranoia got me losing my mind, I wish I could go back in time and start erasing my crimes
Lord forgive me for my sins, I'll do anything to win
Sell that white just like the pope, get the bread I got the loaf
Snowdaze I might hit the slopes, I got Molly off the coke
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She on those downers like she's Eror
Bout' to blow up like a C4
Bitch only come around when she need more
Cocaine Bruce Wayne, Arab money call me Hussain
Might pull up in that Mulsanne
Sellin' to those crack fiends
Started as a runner like an athlete
Started riding shotgun, now I'm in the backseat
Started in the nose bleeds, now we in the box seats
I'm just focused on my posse, ice around my neck like it's hockey
Drippin like a faucet, wavy like I'm car sick
Hear my dawgs there barking, I made something out of nothing
Damn that girl slim thick, got to make her my sidekick
Sweet and sour, got my chopsticks
I just wanna make my pops proud, almost lost it when he got sick
I want money like Oprah, bitch I sell that dope yah
If she want that coca blue hundreds Oklahoma
I know shit ain't how it suppose to be, trust me I'll make the most of it
Dropped out sold dope instead, make sure everything copacetic
They ask me damn how does it feel to be the man
Paranoia got me losing my mind, I wish I could go back in time and start erasing my crimes
Lord forgive me for my sins, I'll do anything to win
Sell that white just like the pope, get the bread I got the loaf
Snowdaze I might hit the slopes, I got Molly off the coke
Bout' to blow up like a C4
Bitch only come around when she need more
Cocaine Bruce Wayne, Arab money call me Hussain
Might pull up in that Mulsanne
Sellin' to those crack fiends
Started as a runner like an athlete
Started riding shotgun, now I'm in the backseat
Started in the nose bleeds, now we in the box seats
I'm just focused on my posse, ice around my neck like it's hockey
Drippin like a faucet, wavy like I'm car sick
Hear my dawgs there barking, I made something out of nothing
Damn that girl slim thick, got to make her my sidekick
Sweet and sour, got my chopsticks
I just wanna make my pops proud, almost lost it when he got sick
I want money like Oprah, bitch I sell that dope yah
If she want that coca blue hundreds Oklahoma
I know shit ain't how it suppose to be, trust me I'll make the most of it
Dropped out sold dope instead, make sure everything copacetic
They ask me damn how does it feel to be the man
Paranoia got me losing my mind, I wish I could go back in time and start erasing my crimes
Lord forgive me for my sins, I'll do anything to win
Sell that white just like the pope, get the bread I got the loaf
Snowdaze I might hit the slopes, I got Molly off the coke
Writer: Dominic Garguiolo
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