My flow sick, I shine bright like a glow stick.
Always strapped with that glock, nigga jus check the clock.
Ya times running out, you dry like a desert drout.
Money tall like a sky scraper, ya bitch look at me, then back at you like see ya later.
She no a kid like me is ballin, when I come through ya city shot callin.
I keep that lean in my cup, and that green in my blunt.
So high a nigga dreamin, make ya blind the way my grill gleamin.
Now imma let you all off easy, this time and this time only
Now go run and cry to ya one and only homie.
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