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(Verse) Rolling through the hood I saw my homie Ted He opened up the trunk, he had a loaf of bread I tried to front me some, I told him no indeed His bitch stayed in my lane, I’m out there rolling weed He told me shit was good and nigga take a 6 I told him in that case fuck it, I’ll take a brick I should’ve broke it down, instead I sold it whole This traffic back and forth then how ‘pposed to roll? You know the biggest dealers be the biggest rats And a bundle of this shit will get you 20 flat That’s why them niggas always say they in the trap Cuz once you give your life away they ain’t gon give it back (Verse) Life inside the hood will never be the same Where money came around look how my people changed House full of churn, barely ever eat Mama working but she spend that check up every week Daddy never die, he outchea chasin freaks Them children always by their self, they probly never sleep I wanna vote but I don’t know who better for us When all my people selling dope and stolen credit cards Obama cut the check, this shit ain’t never hard Cuz if we ain’t who deserve it, then who better for it? Everybody out here sending death threats Get your money and get out would be your best bet From Letras Mania