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This is a life of a crook Selling that fluff We don’t do snus We shot bud I’m in santa’s bad books Cuz I’m a bad guy Like ynm melly I got m*rder on my mind And like nines I got money on my mind Tryna make a k*lling off the trap spot I got white men looking at me suspiciously Like that’s hot They could be undies tryna find out if im a damn crook Like yes I am a crook And I know these people be shook These nitty be shook When they owe me some stuff Instead they pay me back by doing some runs But i know in their mind they wanna use up the grub For themselves Latex gloves when I’m bagging up I don’t want my finger nails to smell Big teeth big bells If u know what I mean I’m tryna stick to my deen But I’m still stuck up in the streets.