He would scare niggas like a blind date with a Johnson
Never saves up always flossing
He might as well go 2pac and start tossing
In all black
Making them ends through the trap, never getting caught because street smarts isn’t something he lacks
A blunt demeanor from his years in the backwoods
As a youngster never understood
Makes enough stacks but stays in the hood and that’s all good
An enigma to most niggas always wondering where he hid his figures
Reflecting off them like a mirror
Goes deep inside the game like Ms. Akira
Drops in the Visine to see them scheming clearer
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