imakemyownbeats
(Hey Cacheman)
$tr!ng$ gonna strum when I come back
No drugs, rather get that weed sack
Bags of clean money, yo I get those
I've had nobody so I spit flows
Imma see the days where I get shows
In my little ghetto booth, lies scripture of some truth
Life has beat me black and blue but I'm still in love with you
I might have sold a thing or two just to get by
Promise you I'm a dope guy if you get to know me
Lots of people gain from me but nobody owe me
Cause $tr!ng$ gonna strum when I come back
No drugs, rather get that weed sack
Bags of clean money, yo I get those
I've had nobody so I spit flows
That's right homie I be grinding all week
On my free time I like to hang with freak
I used to be poor, man I used to do it cheap
I sill am, praying for the riches that I reap
Aye, hoping for a change
In my eyes humanity is in chains
The peak is ok while the bottom is on pain
You gotta wash it off, send the evil down the drain
Just open your brains, send the evil out your mind
Look deep inside and I bless what you find
I'm a hippity hoppidy hippy spittin ripidydipdy flows
Skinny skelly in the cemetery hanging with these ghosts
CJ from these GJ streets, making you dank home made beats
Its time to roll up this song, I promise you baby
I won't be gone for long
$tr!ng$ gonna strum when he come back
No drugs, rather get that weed sack
Bags of clean money, yo I get those
I've had nobody so I spit, spit flows
$tr!ng$ gonna strum when I come back
No drugs, rather get that weed sack
Bags of clean money, yo I get those
I've had nobody so I spit flows
Imma see the days where I get shows
In my little ghetto booth, lies scripture of some truth
Life has beat me black and blue but I'm still in love with you
I might have sold a thing or two just to get by
Promise you I'm a dope guy if you get to know me
Lots of people gain from me but nobody owe me
Cause $tr!ng$ gonna strum when I come back
No drugs, rather get that weed sack
Bags of clean money, yo I get those
I've had nobody so I spit flows
That's right homie I be grinding all week
On my free time I like to hang with freak
I used to be poor, man I used to do it cheap
I sill am, praying for the riches that I reap
Aye, hoping for a change
In my eyes humanity is in chains
The peak is ok while the bottom is on pain
You gotta wash it off, send the evil down the drain
Just open your brains, send the evil out your mind
Look deep inside and I bless what you find
I'm a hippity hoppidy hippy spittin ripidydipdy flows
Skinny skelly in the cemetery hanging with these ghosts
CJ from these GJ streets, making you dank home made beats
Its time to roll up this song, I promise you baby
I won't be gone for long
$tr!ng$ gonna strum when he come back
No drugs, rather get that weed sack
Bags of clean money, yo I get those
I've had nobody so I spit, spit flows
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