Blac Chyna, 'cause all she wanna do is ***. Chorus. Ouu. Your girl on the track, she sound better than you. Someone dissed me, I don't know, I'm like "who?". Said I cashed out from that last song, it's
her whole check on some Christians. And that girl ain't even religious. Walkin', livin', breathin' god, you know my past well. Hard to believe in God, your nigga got killed. Blac Chyna fuckin' Rob, help
' fun I was a youngsta. Peepin' from the other corner seeing sets in the air. With big arms now I wanna be like them, and act like them. And stack like them and try to mack like them *, it's hard
settled. Learn to cook up the coke. Never leave home without toast. Learn to fly my bitches with birds not coats. Never trust ya, from a toddler to hustla. I was trained as a youngsta, to c*** back and
As a youngsta guns, ah, what I specialize in. Me and my dawgs selling dope on a rising. Rising to gives we together in this hood life. Struggling together straight praying for the good life Yo
trust ya from a toddler to hustla. I was trained as a youngsta to cock back and slug ya. Love me or hate me, ya only son. Let me live or kill me, the chosen one Ja, under the gun gotta kill 'em for
his noodle learn that people don't like you. The football jocks is, spittin on him. Popular kids in school is now pickin on him. Burn out youngsta niggaz now hittin on him. And his teacher in his