Poem

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Everyday i wake up first thing on my mind is count my money

gotta go stack this shit, i stack this shit from sun to moon

They wasn't there on the ground, they switchin' the story you up with the sun

Now I can't be around crowd, not everybody gon' keep it a hunnid

Know she gon' fuck on the kid, know she gon' fuck on the kid for his sound

No we don't fuck with the pig, can't even fuck with the pig, don't even know him

If he gon' fuck with the gang, No we know tell, you know I'ma show him

All this shit off the brain, they know I be spittin' this shit like a poem

Had a lil' Hannah Montana pull up on the kid, she fuckin' on molly