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I done seen a lot of things that made me lose sleep
Didn't chase dreams
So instead I was chasing money
Shit ain't for the weak
It fosho ain't for dummies
Street smarts
Strong hearts
Squad cars
Looking for me
Black tar guts
Caviar black shell
Yeah I'm toxic so I got the black ice smell
Hard on a hoe since SuperMan lunch pales
I be going ghost on these sheisty ass females
Had the UAV and still couldn't find me
I'm being careful not to get Hibachi on my white tee
Cool Grey J's
Nubuck Suede
I just hit a four and three with my lucky tre-eight
Since I was young I been running from my past
But I look Suspicious
Now I run with police on my ass
Momma trippin' I ain't going to the pad
Got a text from ol' girl
So now I'm on the mash
Speeding in the residential hoping I don't crash
I'm thumbing through my contacts
And cash in rubber bands
Ain't a killer but I ain't afraid to blast
I come from a fam that got rich selling crack
Baby face
Freckle Face
Scarface
All that
We was breaking bad
Giving fixes hand to hand
No gown and cap
Was too focused on the grams
My photographer was undercover waiting for his chance
They ain't never gonna get me
Momma gamed me up too much
I will never see the county
Or the feds or state
I'ma live to tell about it
I'mma be the one that got away
BBS
BBS rims on the Lex what should I do next
When I park and step out
On my feet see the check
And the SWAT flipping couches found nothing they upset
Keep a low pro
Switching cars switching outfits
I wanna make the money and get out quick
I will never let a hoe try to treat me like a trick
Go find another buster that'll fall for it
Back
Back to my old life I was being read rights
But this time in between her thighs
Pulling off her Calvin Klein
Giving her a night she gon' memorize
Random flashbacks middle of a bubble bath
She gon' text me but I'ma be on another ass
She gon' notice that
Then she gonna get mad
Told her when I met her that I only love the cash
Since I was young I been running from my past
But I look Suspicious
Now I run with police on my ass
Momma trippin' I ain't going to the pad
Got a text from ol' girl
So now I'm on the mash
Speeding in the residential hoping I don't crash
I'm thumbing through my contacts
And cash in rubber bands
Ain't a killer but I ain't afraid to blast
I come from a fam that got rich selling crack

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