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I smell like money no time for shower
Fill up the pot mix it with the powder
Break it up chop it double the profit
We making money every single hour

Pocket it full of queens trying to reach my to dick
Hating on a brother cah you make me sick
Ten year strong still repin for the bits
No comment officer we don't chat to no pigs

Lock me up, throw the keys away
Me against four walls this ain't new to me
Been there, done it seen it, liked it
Lost my soul to the streets you can ask my mother

Eighty's baby ninety's raised me
Been a little savage iv been baught up by demons
Trust no brother, pray for another
Free all my darg's locked up for no reason