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Mar 2017
Yea +
(×4)
I rob ****** 4 they shoes
Yea+
Yea+

(Me n joey got the juice
Yea+
Yea +)×2

Lowlife
Greedy Gangsters
Imma drug addict
Aye

Imma devil
Imma spirit
U don't want no static
Aye

Selling molly pills n bags
'Ziner on my ***
Aye

Joey crack a beat his *** over petty cash
Aye

Stole some heron
I can't use it so I knock it off
Aye

U been selling shirts 4ever shorty knock it off
Aye

I got 2 ****** doing 40yrs a piece
Aye

Mr reaper (×2)
U not scaring me
Aye

My ***** got hair like just like rogue from the x man
Aye

Rob u blind n sell yo product 2 the next man
Aye

She a pirate
She a siren
She a winters dream
Aye

Low nem grave, he playing *****, get the summers eve
Aye

Jimmy Hopkins wit a pistol
Hang u like some stensils
Aye

Low nem drawing on reaction, in not talking pencils
Aye

Shorty stealing science scales cuz she loves me
Aye

U ain't hear me call u fam so plz don't trust me
Aye

Money man(×2)
Im the son of Sam
Aye

Burnt my soul, I can't ever c the sun again
Aye

All my family drug dealers
Killaz
**** ******
Aye

N Im always looking down cuz Im above ******
Aye

Were da dope (×2)
Were da plug *****
Aye

45 kicker
**** that pistol fit so snug *****
Aye

I know shooters (×2)
Just like hot sauce
Aye

Were Im from couple bills a get u knocked off
Aye
Greedy Gang Lowlife or No life *****
Written by
Muyi  Hell(Chicago)
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