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All you rap niggas my sons you better be lucky I ain't get a abortion

Told bro and them bring me some houses I break them off with a proportion

Bro used to run in them houses fucked up his face card too much extortion

We on the road to the riches just like a race car riding through courses

You the type trip over bitches just cause she gorgeous ain't gotta force it

I got them fat pockets Norbit I get so fly it's like I'm in orbit

I was looking in the sky thought I was gonna die but I wasn't sure of it

Call my plug I need that fire I'm ready to buy I'm trying go to war with it

If I got the open shot bro pass me the roc he know I'm gonna score with it

Triple double now you niggas in trouble too laid back it's time I come out my bubble

Seen alot of blood laid in a puddle 4th and inches had to make it no huddle

Lax I'm almost late for the shuttle you ducking smoke I think your jay full of funnel