DIRT BOY 361

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I know too many peoples, or atleast thats wut my friends say. My reply is most aint friends, I'd consider them at fan base. Too many people heard of me, now wanna come to my damn place. Next reply is do I know you, then gettup out my damn face. Most people dont take face to face well with rejection. Thass why I gotta keep my bitch with me, her name is Smith & Wesson. It feels like everyone wanna know me cuz they see I gotta little cash. Wut you see is only one fourth, dont 4get ta count tha fuckin stash. Yall need ta get ur fuckin mind correct and stop hatin cuz I stay wit money. Life U livin is still sandpaper and mine smooth like honey. Gotta fatal attraction. A money pimp, hit up Benjamin after I pimp slapped Jackson. Alotta my kins and homies talked down like they dont know me, as long as my wallets full I got my Number one Homie. Fuck stayin round hatin ass bitches, thass why Id rather be lonely. Cuz no how treal tha situation looks, nine times outa ten people fraud and fony. Even tha closest of peeps will try ta take a stab at me dog, married ta my Beji, whos gonna get mad at me dog. Either way you could see me shinin with tha forecast on fog, through tha dim on tha windshield still see tha diamonds on log. This just a Crooked thang, we standin tall not small. Alotta haters in tha mix would love ta see a white boy fall. Thats why I gotta stay mo fly than a sparrow, mo sharp than a arrow, cuz its that fly ass guero, Now Im all about my dinero. Plus Im out that Lone Star where they license Killas, and stay mobbin wit a click of Cap Pealin Gorillas... DIRT BOY