killed my nigga over money and greed I wanna do you how you did him On me leave you all dead in the street me sheezy and Keith If we can't find you ,we paying that fee catch him in traffic and buck with the heat hop out and pop out on feet we ducking and rockin no flee sliding and riding and missing my g po a 4 and check-in on Keith they speaking on Rodney we pull up and see he livin thru you, he living thru me grindin and hustling and flipping that cheese watching out for police New whip got a lease smoke out the p I'm gon pull up on c you know where I be