.[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
You got money
For you to come out, it's best
I pack a gat the size of a rat in south west
When I get low
I get dough
So it's nothin' for you to pass me and get broke
I been like this
Since the lickle youth
Stickin' cats for better major Skitt.
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