hey give me weed for a G and let me mob
       and fuck what you talkin about playa
       cause I do my job
       I never knew nothin but hustlin
       struggle and strive just to stay alive
       never could keep a nine to five
       so I'm making my cent
       a proposition that you can't refuse
       in it to win it, never lose
       steady payin dues
       I hear em hollerin, say bleed you got the juice now
       got me nerved up and ready to knock some shit loose now
       but hold me down
       and let me know you know for sure
       when you see me sideways ballin out the door
       gone to the liquor store
       commin off the slab
       smokin on some weed with plenty hoes to stab
       on behalf of the Concentration Camp
       we breaking bread for life
       so everything gonna be alright now
       my nigga my nerve
       fresh off the curb
       jelly, jam, and preserve
       nothin but balls and my word
       fuck what you heard
       smoke something nigga




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