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Gold jewels ain't my thing kid I rather wear nothing Vehicles are fly around, I get in my sun Rolling rays, blowing haze, watching raising in the son Young buck buying some bucks to swaye one My life story was right shorty, cause it's a fight for me Blood swail out Let's ride for the white call me, guy Older guy, boulder staircase days 40 ounces, big bags to blaze, wearing capes Bagging for hours, cooking up walls with power Hooking up, does devours, weak niggas foul up No follow up, then the connect came, we swallow up Paying more than we came to short money, pile it up Rocking em niggas, they rockin us back You felt like a worker, reverse that My worst cat will blow you in the church Back the day that we felt that we got jerked We came with 2 guns and 3 bats It's sad to think we're not down here kid For real son, will break your legs for steak and eggs The menu was taken, beat pallies with cheese A white ... the money rich getting comrades Who fell in the storm bagged em, and now we strong as hell And no going backwards Was leather jackets new astors, more sense, crew flashing Jealousy around the corner, niggas got 2 castles Some with coke, some bubble capsules Some went and sold dope, some came back broke and asking The lifestyle is real, it can switch in a flash kid From living right to living and gone in a splash kid Think back the yesterday tactics, should have been an actor Blessings, then he became a rapper But some have got the reason Just won't let it down I guess neither one of us, neither one of us Wants to be the first to say goodbye, aaa. |