Blood stains on my clothes from falling bros he's hobbin' while his body going cold on hardway flow just another ghetto 24

I supposed

Yeah down lock jar from yeah got from rando that coachilla we go hard she want a men just for the thrill of it all

Tired of these tryna bond you a begga bond go read the bible of the garran

Since you got time ceary and bal van

House for clothes

But nobody knows I'm walking around with yellow gold

See a really own stones still stuck in this hell hoe

24 got

Ghetto 24

You got the world

Got

If it's metal mine the stars align

All I need

Every yellow twenty pound

Got the power ghetto got got

Never can't apologizecause I love what I lie yeah

Twenty dollars agram and the plastic bag back in high school was everlasting

Never get blasted in the bathroom at the grammys

I eating fried chicken with chopsticks watch this I pop like red

Glock glock thick endsquaap flippin

It don't matter if the clock tick I'm not trippin

'cause my watch glisten

Yeah ghetto tales over yellow tale it never fails the parallel para wellder

It's unreal can't tell who

Cop cars and was in backyards my mama's a black queen and da fiend at me

Y need yeah ghetto pound the another ghetto24 the

Align

Another ghetto pound get out the pound another ghetto24

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