They tryna make a salary I’m tryna make a profit s***
Chocolate chips and chips all this gossips makin my Chakras spin.
Ya baby momma all in ya pockets, my suede Moccasins.
Run around like reservations in Paris so stop the s****.
I put the neck on froze I put the flow on fire
No you liars, I know you liars
Yall played help a man catch a man in the playground
I was playin suicide and caught passes in the playground
Yall grew up and still playin help a man catch a man
I grew up like, I’m bout to hire a few extra hands
So my son a never play with yours cos they was trainin ya’ll
Apples dont fall far from the tree, we choose to play the ball.
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