Crooks
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Money get , I'ma turn into a crook
I just left this journey tryna get my dawg a book
They say that we , but we misunderstood
They don't understand it when you live in the hood
Nights get cold, so you gotta keep a pole
these niggas never know
They know
I grew up switching shoes with my big brother
Yeah, yeah, we suffer
Me and Louis on the same covers
This shit disgusting
Woke up niggas stealing my bike
was on site
clutching on a pipe
body in front of me
I never kicked it with wannabes
He started he the son of me
You say it's beef, put a gun on me
robbers
You count me in, you know we gon'
You coming here, you know we gon' pop
I used to be broke as fuck
Now a nigga getting bucks
You shouldn't have
Or your whole family gettin'
Money get , I'ma turn into a crook
I just left this journey tryna get my dawg a book
They say that we , but we misunderstood
They don't understand it when you live in the hood
Nights get cold, so you gotta keep a pole
these niggas never know
They know
Hit like a freethrow
I'm fucking this bitch, she a freak ho
And I love it when she give me deep throat
Ain't no missionary, give her back strokes
Fuck on the and I fuck on
Countin' my money I'm getting back in
Glock 33 with the
hollow gon' spin
Countin' my money, I used to be broke
Kicked down the house on the floor
Picked up the mic, you picked up the dough
The ice on my neck with the Cuban
Money get , I'ma turn into a crook
I just left this journey tryna get my dawg a book
They say that we , but we misunderstood
They don't understand it when you live in the hood
Nights get cold, so you gotta keep a pole
these niggas never know
They know
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