E. Broad St. lyrics

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I'm sorta like action jackson leaping off the turnbuckle fashion
You past tense, I'm mad rich get off my di*k
Broke b*tches bore me in the beamer blasting nore
On the back block, tryna dodge the lights from the northeast
Solid gold fronts with my chain on, this ain't a dance song
Harlem Shaking while she strangle my jawn
Life lovely, tryna cop me a rugby, all seasons
Told you I'ma be on top of the world you ain't believe him
Richmond n*ggas on a pedestal now, the b*tches is round
I pride myself for killing this sh*t we visible now
Held the torch just to light up the weed, f*cking fleas
Elementary n*gga stuck in a tree, mislead the g's
Nature boy whoop his ass and take his happy meal toy
I think I'm pastor troy, south side n*ggas is making noise