my nigga my villains spit it my nigga And if you feel it my nigga then throw a villain mayn Veteran now bustin' with my strange cats Chrisa Calli Techa
a rottweiler Off the collar Addicted to hustlin And stackin mighty dollars O holla When you hear the Chevy beatin down the street Beatin so hard The chris
for change but these rocks ain't Movin, eyelids low 'cause my bills too high And my kids growin quick and my lady's growin tired So my outlook's dim and
D-boy She said yes he is a dreamer 2 tickets to the matinee Me and shorty way back in the day Now she's into films Our thing just starts to dim