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You niggas gon' buck a buckin'
D-boy squad a buckin' Rich Boy

I'm in phantom, askin' for that gray poupon
Look at my arm bitch, ya see the bitch
Sweet Alabama, Yeah, I love her
I still try to hug her even though she my color

Yeah, I'm fucking wit that home boy but ain't left
See, I got enough heart to march Martin Luther King
Got them killers by me and we can have a party
If ya niggas wanna try me,

We got some for ya
Pop the trunk ,get the gift inside show ya
Niggas that coke like a joke
A city's like a murder up in Copeland
Pick ya brain a buncha snow flakes
Yeah, I put that weight down, now real estate

me watcha know 'bout me boy
That's me, I'ma d-boy
Tell me watcha 'bout me boy
me, I'ma mothafuckin' d-boy
Yeah, so go d-boy, yeah, so go
Yeah, so go d-boy, yeah, so go

If it ain't the truth me and my don't write it
9 years from the day my man got indicted
I thank God for the hard times when I
He protect me like a Mother, now, I'm tuffer

forget about you prof, I still see ya
I'm at the graveyard everyday, I can't ya
I feel soul when I'm writing with the pen
Fuck what niggas say you my brother till the end

save a spot for me, tell God I'm coming
Niggas fo' that money but they're leavin' here with nothing
If it a motherfucker, I'ma win it
As far as I'm concerned, ain't no in it

Call me the green 'cause I'm wanna lie
Now my [unverified] better thank what she got
[Unverified] get some shit, just got a new
Congratulations 'cause ya son made a million his mouth