
Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: Armani Flow$]
Girl tell me your problems like I’m suppose to care
And tell me keep breathing like I’m close to air
And these haters keep talking like I’m suppose to hear
Call me the mailman we getting postal here
Now run and tell that…
New York girls saying a nigga Ill-mat
Go all the way to cali and they still feel that
No Lil’B boy this is real rap
Matter fact no future yall niggas real wack
Time to put Indiana on the fucking map
R.I.P Pimp C… Texas where we at?
And we sittin sideways
Its funny how they say that crime pays
But niggas will say anything now days
Light one up inhale now blaze
Seeing through these niggas like some fucking X-Rays
Tryna claim your son that your fucking Ex raised
I remember those x days
Girls coming to me like im service so I get alot of praise
Homerun…Willie Mays
No Concords but I gotta mad J
Niggas homeless cuz damn jobs won’t pay
Man that shit cray
Or maybe thats normal
Cold nigga no Thermal











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