shark guts
conway the machine
bust a brick out the plastic
let it dry and then you bag it
cut your phone on and get in traffic
he gon' empty out his ratchet
pop got killed when he was sixteen
turned that nigga to a savage
brother doin' time in dallas
dropped out of all his classes
the bitches be on my body lately
she said i smell like a meal ticket
she said i taste like a million bucks
said i probably knew her baby daddy
she told me i probably still could fuck
what more is left for me to do
what more is left for me to do
what more is left for me to do?
what more is left for me to do?