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40 dollar jeans, thousand dollar shades Walk up in the club like a KKK parade. DJ scream my name, bitches turn they head. light sign on my section, i holla can i get some head. I dont need no jewelry, and i dont need no goons Wherever i might stand, im the realist nigga in the room Never been complete, and dont throw in the towel Gangsta, and you know it, fuck it take them hoes to trial (Nigga we dont cop no pleas pussy, nigga our money right, lawyers paid. p12 nigga, CM5 bitch) I got money on my mind, bitches in my bed problems in my household, niggas in the feds Yeah thats my dogs, so i can let they calls Record label bullshittin, put my shit on pause Cause i wont make no single commercial shit i rap for yall So fuck the industry, and my enemies kill them all Bullet in the chamber, bitch yo life in danger Mama never told you dont be conversating with strangers I owe God a favor, He send me a angel Niggas tried to kill me, He made sure i had a banger Now i got to thank ya, proud to be a gangsta Past the Beale Street, nigga fuck being famous *Laugh* Nigga i want the muthafucking money nigga No attention pussy, gangsta shit nigga, CM5 I goes light, camera, action, Franklins and Jacksons money in my mattress, im tryna fuck a actress My life like a movie, but i dont do no acting I just keep it gangsta with my North Memphis accent |