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Two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me to write me a tight ass rhyme
And so i, i wrote this rhyme that i am about to say
The rhyme is tight and it went this way
And i'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weed
Shystie niggas keep staring at me
I had my 45 and my 44
I put one on my briefcase so them niggas'll know
Lives get took
That's it just like a book
Do you want a meathook
Smoke a fat blunt on my couch wit my feet up while you get took
Fo yo skrill
Hundred dolla bill
Take yo pill muthafucka
While you bullshitin dis shit is real
I ain't no twelve inch
Can't mix me up in this shit
I got full clips
And alone i do my shit
So trust me you information faulty