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Got a question, serious as cancer I need some answers

She was my dancer, we was chief'n the weed

Chilled in Atlanta, she moved to Kansas

I cannot chase her, no, I cannot do that

I need a new black, I need a new jack

Tied down in the city, lovers they be wanting

They cannot harm me, they looking hungry

I got a army, formorebillz making fifties

I get it popping, she get it dropping

She need more locks, you know, I cannot stand her

But I romance her, nigga, is my cancer

Most understand her, no, I don't do that

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

Pop it for a real nigga

Pop it for a real nigga

Pop it for a rеal nigga

Pop it for a real nigga

I'm coming in this motherfucking gang, nigga

You Gonna see a lot

I'm on the chain, nigga

Don't makе me bring

The pain Insane In it

You Niggas, don't understand

I Got The motherfucking master plan

Yeah

Let it fade, let it drip

Let it fade, let it

Let it fade, let it drip

Let it fade

Yo

I'm high as fuck right now

Never gave

Cause

I'm high as fuck