Born in a white land, gotta keep the peace
Gotta love the lifestyle when the jail cell release
Lost a few family friends to the west and east
I got three henny cups caught me on my knees
Gang banging, I ain't seen my homie in weeks
I got high all by myself, a hundred on the sheets
I got a million dollars and another Phillipe
I'ma count like three hundred on my teeth
I don't even got bank, I'm tryna hit the weed
We either sell dope or we take it to the streets
Spend a lot on that, they say we fiends
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Born in a white land, gotta keep the peace
Gotta love the lifestyle when the jail cell release
Lost a few family friends to the west and east
I got three henny cups caught me on my knees
Gang banging, I ain't seen my homie in weeks
I got high all by myself, a hundred on the sheets
I got a million dollars and another Phillipe
I'ma count like three hundred on my teeth
I don't even got bank, I'm tryna hit the weed
We either sell dope or we take it to the streets
Spend a lot on that, they say we fiends
Spend a lot on that, they say we fiends
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
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Born in a white land, gotta keep the peace
Gotta love the lifestyle when the jail cell release
Lost a few family friends to the west and east
I got three henny cups caught me on my knees
Gang banging, I ain't seen my homie in weeks
I got high all by myself, a hundred on the sheets
I got a million dollars and another Phillipe
I'ma count like three hundred on my teeth
I don't even got bank, I'm tryna hit the weed
We either sell dope or we take it to the streets
Spend a lot on that, they say we fiends
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Born in a white land, gotta keep the peace
Gotta love the lifestyle when the jail cell release
Lost a few family friends to the west and east
I got three henny cups caught me on my knees
Gang banging, I ain't seen my homie in weeks
I got high all by myself, a hundred on the sheets
I got a million dollars and another Phillipe
I'ma count like three hundred on my teeth
I don't even got bank, I'm tryna hit the weed
We either sell dope or we take it to the streets
Spend a lot on that, they say we fiends
Spend a lot on that, they say we fiends
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Gotta love the lifestyle when the jail cell release
Lost a few family friends to the west and east
I got three henny cups caught me on my knees
Gang banging, I ain't seen my homie in weeks
I got high all by myself, a hundred on the sheets
I got a million dollars and another Phillipe
I'ma count like three hundred on my teeth
I don't even got bank, I'm tryna hit the weed
We either sell dope or we take it to the streets
Spend a lot on that, they say we fiends
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Born in a white land, gotta keep the peace
Gotta love the lifestyle when the jail cell release
Lost a few family friends to the west and east
I got three henny cups caught me on my knees
Gang banging, I ain't seen my homie in weeks
I got high all by myself, a hundred on the sheets
I got a million dollars and another Phillipe
I'ma count like three hundred on my teeth
I don't even got bank, I'm tryna hit the weed
We either sell dope or we take it to the streets
Spend a lot on that, they say we fiends
Spend a lot on that, they say we fiends
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Fiends for our money, let it roll back
Writer: Ernest Smith
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