Oh, yeah
(That might be toxic, don't touch it)
And he say, "What's on your mind?" Instead of actin' like you mad (Yeah)
Yeah, I was way before my time, I didn't work out but built to last
I spent a twenty on my mouth, now when I smile, it look like glass
And we just met, bitch, you still mine, so I play blind about the past
I was broke, got off my ass, spent my last to make somethin' happen
Sorry, granny, I ain't go to college, she say she happy that I'm rappin' and not trappin'
She know I don't do nothin' small, your grandson who control the traffic
I spend whatever in the mall, I used to think this shit couldn't happen
I went hopped off in the club and pull out money, we burn hundreds (Hundreds)
I got tired of doin' drugs, got tired of feelin' like a junkie
Yeah, on the real, on everything, done pumpin' (Pumpin'), she'll never have to stress 'bout money (Money)
She'll never have to wait on no nigga, her purses come from Loudon (From Loudon)
Yeah, straight from the country, my trap jumpin', what's a hundred?
Yeah, huh, if we locked in, then you my twin, don't change for nothin'
Yeah, huh, they wanna hang and come be gang all of a sudden
'Til I pop out with a hundred and all my chain, they won't take nothin'
And he say, "What's on your mind?" Instead of actin' like you mad
Yeah, I was way before my time, I didn't work out but built to last
I spent a twenty on my mouth, now when I smile, it look like glass
And we just met, bitch, you still mine, so I play blind about the past
I was broke, got off my ass, spent my last to make somethin' happen
Sorry, granny, I ain't go to college, she say she happy that I'm rappin' and not trappin'
She know I don't do nothin' small, your grandson who control the traffic
I spend whatever in the mall, I used to think this shit couldn't happen
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