South Beach Murder, man, my crew comes due.

Every time I drive the tide the roof come two.

Got no big homies, we know who runs too.

Yeah, I was nigger ever front of two one.

Check, Nike Tech, bubble coke, Irie, smoking dry weed.

So much drugs in a nigger system, me BIV.

Batty's on my botty, all the hot tea scour me poppy.

Chop cheese from high beat, niggas still live in high speed.

I scoop all tender, I don't do dinner.

Climbing vina, Lamberina, stay high to the center.

I told the nigger, save up bread up, no public defenders. We're doing a lot of wiki, so don't you jump in this sprinter.

Nigger, ain't on no funny.

Niggas die over money.

About to spend on a childly friend, my mom be on some other shit.

They heard the murder up again, get time back to the government cutting,

and nigger walked a child with the ovens. They see me in the ski ass.

They know I'm selling rewrap.

Hit him in his kneecaps.

Stomach bubble like wheatgrass.

Niggas don't really know me.

They just know that I'm moving.

And I handle my business like this Soviet Union.

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