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All my contacts full of drug abusers He took one to the face now his ass look stupid I Rock out with a .9 shoot him just like cupid My grandma don't even know I be sparking up my pain False promises and hoes the name of my strain I'll sell a dream to an opp before I give em my name Broadie said he would never change for the fame Im like okay shit I be on the same thang Coming through spinning shit like bayblade Gonna need protecting cause it's gonna be fucking mayday Pour an eight in liter my mind going vacay I don't even mess with homie and em he be going cray cray Im really a money addict always want more She said she don't suck dick pointed her to the door I'll f*ck with your friend then I know she a whore Cop that G37 and this hoe got sport Just to remind myself I ain't going back poor Got some baggy jeans damn near touch the floor I could give two fucks what opinion y'all formed In case you wondering, yeah my money speak foreign