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[Joey Trap:] I
remember selling all that rock I
remember posting on that block I
ain't have no roof over my head Still ain't got no roof, I
drop my top Pull up, I
swerve No cup, sip syrup I
shoot 3's, no Curry My bitch knees, they hurt, huh Niggas put some bands on my head Y'all should get refunded for your bread Make her pray to god before bed Then pass the
bitch to God and catch red Aye, say some shit on me cause I'm the
Kloud God Instagram @kloudgod All this soundcloud rapping prolly cause I'm, cause I'm Kloud God Ball until I
fall out I
just found a
rap game and fucked it till she tapped out Fuck that broke shit, don't need no broke bitch, she need her own shit That I
don't spit unless you throw me a
couple bones She like, "Hol' up, I
might pull up" My necklace, yellow diamonds, I'm a
sensi Oh shit, I'm on my old shit, I'm on my old shit My froze wrist, my momma knows this, she said [?] I'm skrting, but that not my whip, that shit is stolen That's not my whip, that shit is stolen I
remember selling all that rock I
remember posting on that block I
ain't have no roof over my head Still ain't got no roof, I
drop my top Pull up, I
swerve No cup, sip syrup I
shoot 3's, no Curry My bitch knees, they hurt, huh Niggas put some bands on my head Y'all should get refunded for your bread Make her pray to god before bed Then pass the
bitch to God and catch red [God:] I
remember standing on that money block Moving packs, trying not to get knocked Middle fingers to the
cops, they the
opps I
got a
stove and a
fork and a
pot Yeah, I
cook that work That ain't OG, you smoke that durb When I'm in ATL, I
smoke that [?] Run up on me, you gon' get murked I
got a
full clip full of hollow tips and the
red dot Clientele and a
lot of work, the
block red hot 12 kicked in the
door, now we got a
dead cop Aim for the
body, if I
miss, I
catch a
headshot Now he gone, I
ain't did nothing wrong I
got so much work, hell, I
need a
fucking clone And no, bitch, I
ain't cocky, I'm in my zone If work ain't what you talking, don't hit my phone [Joey Trap:] I
remember selling all that rock I
remember posting on that block I
ain't have no roof over my head Still ain't got no roof, I
drop my top Pull up, I
swerve No cup, sip syrup I
shoot 3's, no Curry My bitch knees, they hurt, huh Niggas put some bands on my head Y'all should get refunded for your bread Make her pray to god before bed Then pass the
bitch to God and catch red
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