1 May 2011
America got a thing for this gangsta' shit, they love me Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spit over raymo shit, I'm a vandal Got the silver duct tape on my 38. eight handle
I want the finer things in my life So I hustle Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine, And I'll buck you I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you I want the finer thin
Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze I'll build an empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow
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