Fifty Pounds

(DJ Chose)

Fifty pounds in the backyard by the
Old car where the dogs at
Tryna sell some dark boy
Need some light food, where that raw at?
Ninety bands for a quarter, I talk that
Black card for the Lamb', I done bought that
Bitch, you wasn’t 'posed to be around
If you lookin' for her
Come and where the house at
Got the hoe hold the work for me
B put a nigga in the dirt for me
Don’t got all the money
That's workin' for free
I ain't cuttin' no dealin', I fuck with KD
In the shower, got a Vette' on my neck
Meant to say eighty bands on my chest
Head on collision, I'm causing a wreck
Bring up my name and we steppin’ ’bout that
Other lil' boy hidin’ through the Gram
I ain't scared, bitch, you know where I am
Night time, you should look for the Lamb'
Or look for the truck when
I'm fuckin’ with Sam
On probation, I ain't smokin' no gram
Gave it up 'cause I ain't want the McLaren
She wanted Kevin, I ain't say how I feel
But I cut her off 'cause
I ain't doin' no sharin'