Penny III from Author by John Sha

I was made black pennies with the waves; moms didn't have to save i was setting in my ways; majored in paid took a minor course in laid; was on it everyday slept between the shifts; too stepped on to sniff You want soda or a brick; why test it with solution feel the tingle in my lips; you mingling with chicks i was fingering a brick; just tryna get her off had me lower than a tick; it was better robbing cribs really had a knack for it; scratched numbers off like the glock had a tat on it; if it's hot sat on it six months I'm back on it; had to have the pennies and the forces with the map on it; we was moving grahams out the cracker box; send my little man's to get bags out the plastic shop; never did credit you ain't have to cop; ran it like a white collar business not a mom and pop



You learn ya shit is bright from dealing with the dimmest lights; daffy duck iceberg denim ain't never fit me right; we was killing our hoop dreams with a sip of sprite; couple shots on the corner make you relive the hype; two jobs got two pennies to rub together; could pray forever i hit the street and made whatever; no big awards or recognition just major cheddar; don't got the name but my closet saying i did it better; we was using fists we ain't need the grip; now that nigga got a bag he just breathe to shit; we just listened to the fiends to learn the things to mix; spilled the first shit all over my fucking kicks;

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