You tell me yo life and I'ma tell you mine You show me yo ice and I'ma show you mine And don't say money I put it all on the line And you can't fuck with me because my nigga's is the grind Okay, I'm in the mist of haters So called gators and cash The only creators is the niggas that flash And then they make this dash to the race that's never ending These niggas think they ballin' But all I see is spending And lending they flows to these groupie ho's And take 'em to sto's and buying these bitches clothes I know that y'all know better than that So I'ma play a game of return of the mac And bring it back Just like little Joe Cause y'all know how niggas do For every bitch you want my nigga I got two So shawty woopy di do if you got yo dick sucked Nigga I got a bitch that get a kick out eating nutts Gutts ain't shit Head is all that Why? Fucking sweat when sucking dick the same effect Put yet these niggas don't believe in the Kid And I'm the kind of muthafucker that say fuck the shit What they did, ain't never hit the breaks in the Chevy Because I knew that all them muthafuckers wan ready I was steady make money nigga fuck the date Look at me now, got muthafuckers buying my tape And I can't wait to Georgia State invite me to the village Put me in the Georgia Dome nigga bet I can fill it Can y'all feel it I swear the God the lyrics sincere It's Pastor Troy, Nature Boy lay it down like this here
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