[Verse 1: Mozzy]
That nigga told, he been rockin' wit the rollers
Chain gang slimey bitch Rocky Balboa
I be on dope bitch fell into a coma
Really from the four's had to get it off the corner
Aunty and them smokers on the porch playing poker
Fo' nick hefty, too bulky for a holster
There's all type's of bitches on my Motorolla
We pulling out the corner store wit hella baking soda
Another cold summer I ain't seen a summer colder
Gang enhancement charges when them people roll up on us
They throw the hold up on us plus they boosting up the bail
The crime rate quiet all the shooters in the cell
It's Hell Gang bitch i'm going straight to hell
Just made it harder for yourself it ain't no way that I could tell
It's either a maney jumpshot or hit the NFL
We fucked his career off he got possession's for them sales

[Chorus: Lex Aura]
One day i'll be balling, yeah
I'm outside by the corner
I'm trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I'm sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I'm scorin
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