Correction Paroles Arms Race par Money Man

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I made this Glock here go berserk, it's painful cause I know these bullets hurt
Told my label double my advance, cause I know what I'm worth
Niggas act like bitches, all they like to do is talk and chirp
Told my youngins' spend them niggas tonight I hope your fingers work
I hope you don't think being broke is cool cause that shit lame af
My stick had jammed on me the other day, I had to lube it up
I hope you don't think you taking something, I wish you would attempt
Thinking that he finna catch me loafin' he must be on fent'

It's a Arms Race, the circle got more sticks than North Korea
Trying to open up my mind, I'm geekin' off of Golden Teachers
Used to break-in houses but I scammed my way to hundred thousand
Learnt to trap, I'll snap a finger watch my cousin weigh up ounces
Nigga can't even look me in the eye, no there's bitch in him
Treat that nigga like he got bad behavior, no we switchin' him
My clip like a neverending story when that extension in
Nigga keep fallin' off, stack them racks and get some discipline
Told my son, don't let no lil nigga try you, lil boyhandle business
We ain't worried about a fuckin' thing we keep draco killers
Voices in my head keep tellin' me about more artillery
I ain't tensin' up that's on my kids I'm squeezin' instantly

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