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I smell like money no time for shower Fill up the pot mix it with the powder Break it up chop it double the profit We making money every single hour Pocket it full of queens trying to reach my to dick Hating on a brother cah you make me sick Ten year strong still repin for the bits No comment officer we don't chat to no pigs Lock me up, throw the keys away Me against four walls this ain't new to me Been there, done it seen it, liked it Lost my soul to the streets you can ask my mother Eighty's baby ninety's raised me Been a little savage iv been bought up by demons Trust no brother, pray for another Free all my darg's locked up for no reason