Lyrics The Underachievers - Packs Backseat, riding with the trays, rock bottom That'll turn that nigga to a ghost Ain't no love in my city, straight drugs in my city Niggas walk around this shit, no hope Gotta keep the gang here with me, anything hold fifty Niggas wanna bang, want no smoke Nigga had the cash out, silly, bought the bag
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