[Hook]
I can't sell these d** no more,
Got too many felonies
I can't trust these hoes no more
b**hes like my enemies
They wanna see me burn through the fall
Yeah,
In every thinking b**h last day
Saw many bags end up half way
Black glove and the ski mask
Heard he has baby on his chest
Made me feel bad
sh** was all good just a week ago
No we pouring champagne at the funeral
Remember dark skin Jamaican with the cesar
Heard he caught the bycha** skate with the visa
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Should have seen the look on his brother when he came through
Yellin number cash up for the first 48 do
Men turn to b**hes, skank what the state do
Put you on the box with the numbers tryina break you
[Hook]
I can't sell these d** no more,
Got too many felonies
I can't trust these hoes no more
b**hes like my enemies
They wanna see me burn through the fall
Yeah,
Toll was the hustler, Jermaine was the k**er
He let the n***as stack it all up then he k**ed em
I heard he got dropped from his main b**h
Left the n***a laying stanking there ain't take sh**
I heard the n***a died some island
Like he seen a n***a face right before he shot him
Whole gang, then he hit the block like it's no thang
When everybody knew about the whole thang
sh** scary and they ain't even drop the tearing
Cans glowing in the air, help his mother get him buried
Heard Jermaine went and got a pot of '
We was young n***as hustling, tryina make it out alive
[Hook]
I can't sell these d** no more,
Got too many felonies
I can't trust these hoes no more
b**hes like my enemies
They wanna see me burn through the fall
Yeah.