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21.02.2012
4
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Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1:Skank]
Mad props to the block star
Used to ride around in the cop car
Selling white Like he'll never need a job
Slow it down, do a cross by the Pentecost
Ugh, little brother staying on guard
Held the corner and watch position
Little trafficking, prostitution
Petty court case this position
And yeah, he a goon still take a charge
Earn more trust in his sector
Get ya own work if you play ya cards
M.o.b. nigga fuck a playa card
Why sit around the trap for?
You know them fiends always play the corner store
Thought you bout money what you for?
Okay dawg let me charge my metro
[Hook:Skank]
Pockets broke as hell
Another rock to sell
Pockets broke as hell
Another rock to sell
Pockets broke as hell
Another rock to sell
Pockets broke as hell
[Verse 2:Skank]
Before my Crown Vic a escort
Young niggas looking old puffin Newport's
Fuck all these buildings fucking pink for?
These dollar vans are not like in my hood boy
We reach to achieve if you could boy
Niggas with diplomas flipping work boy
He could've switched up, been a decoy
But like me,,, obsessed with them re's boy (ugh)
Black tee's and some re's on
From a fiends shopping spree
Kitchen scene y'all
Hit me with a zip of a little raw
Niggas bearded like muslims must read Koran
Guns from a bitch with a choppa
But that's to big for me i'll hold the Taurus
This 38 special might save us
And this lil piece of plastic i rely on
Ugh
[Hook:Skank]
Pockets broke as hell
Another rock to sell
Pockets broke as hell
Another rock to sell
Pockets broke as hell
Another rock to sell
Pockets broke as hell
[Verse 3:Skank]
I'm moving up in the high life
South beach big city bright lights
Never seen my self being right beside
Rappers celebrities and goons alike
Yeah, to any light there's a darkness
Everything is money here regardless
Selling crack to fiends that really got it
This pouch just put a 60 in my pocket (ugh)
Got used to the block i adopted
My mans sliding me younger niggas to rock with
I play the eyes, he be the rest of it
We a machine, not so much gas in it
Laugh spitting,because we living it we passionate
This the glory of the hustle so we bask in it
Kidnapping to extortion
Underpaid young niggas seeking American pie portions
[Hook:Skank]
Pockets broke as hell
Another rock to sell
Pockets broke as hell
Another rock to sell
Pockets broke as hell
Another rock to sell
Pockets broke as hell
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