[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
Two niggas can't fit no casket, so I'ma ask this
How can you act like I'm some self-centered bastard? I need a meal momma
I need a mill, and that shit don't fit on a platter so I need a deal Or I'ma rob and kill for the bread, leave a nigga's brains plaster
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