.[Verse]
Dropped out of college, fuck it I'm on my own
Leather gloves on that 9, no press up on my chrome
Mama calling my phone, wondering if I ate
On them corners hanging late tryna get my pockets straight
Nickel and dimin', I'm grinding residue smell all on my clothes
I'm a target.
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