Man, 13 years in this shit, not a motherf*ckin' scratch
You niggas hatin' like shit, broke-ass
Niggas, junkie where
Y'all better wake up and smell a motherf*ckin boot jay
Old Dick eating ass niggas, yeah, on Kingsley
Even during the drought, I was still showin' y'all quarter bricks on my fathe
Man, matter of fact, let's talk about on Kingsley
We can speak on all the drugs i done sold
When I played with the bags, it was $3,500 for two
Then I sold water down by Eastover
Now that shit make bread, but it make my family fued
Now let's talk about the molly,
On Kingsley
I came up off the molly, last year I was a crackhead to everybody
Now I front you duece, My friends don't like it when I'm draggin
But I cant tell cause they cash, app requestin' And I see em in the comments,
I got fake pages too
Nigga, I done change, since I got some change
But this shit is a shame, what that pussy a make niggas do
Dey gon lie on my name,
Throw salt in the game
And now they reckn they brain, cause they bitch let me f*ck too
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