.I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags
Four-hundred Benz, eight-thousand in cash.
Then the ball dropped, gun popped, banks got blast
I make it so hot, one shot'll melt your ass
Got popped up, cried till my eyes turned red
Told myself in the mirror nigga you ain't dead
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