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You see, I stay away from lames that speak to entertain When I came out the womb, my feet was in the game Can't complain 'cause far as the streets, I did my thing I see shit out of my reach and then I aim You think shit sweet, I peeped your lil' games A lot of n***as I let eat that went in vain You made five hundred a week to sit and hang Now you wanna hate on me, that shit is pain Huh, I caught a case from ridin' 'round with the strap My lawyer said this time that I gotta relax Left my man a plug and some product to match You should have a million dollars around the time I get back And he did it, nine hundred thou' to be specific Family guy, n***a living like Peter Griffin Hе ain't gon' spend it on weed and bitches Kept thе police out his business, not even a speeding ticket Spent cream on a defense team If I hit you, you will sue like Mitch Green N***a got rich off dealing with sick fiends back then Now I'm in position to fix things from rapping You cats ain't active, you halfway trapping My man used to think the crack game was the fastest But weed make crack look average Green leaf changes belief like a Black Saint Patrick Huh, attack fake rappers You know we come to your show wearing backstage passes N***a, I'ma make sure your last days tragic From the way these shells fall, hope you pack rain jackets, n***a Saucy in my block, got me gettin' litty (I'm lit) Bring the coupes out, I'ma get 'em titties (Topless) N***as say they ballin' like they in the bitties I'm usually in the foreign when I'm in the bity (Facts) I use the passport for my registration I'm way more political than legislation (Woo) Everybody rocking masks like the head of Jason I'll put your body on the floor, leave your head adjacent My young n***as, they be praying to the scam gods When I was young, I was dribbling like Shammgod (Crossover) Up and down the 95 with them grams of hard I got a hundred on my wrist, that's my hand of god (Pray for me) It's water on my neck like the levee broke (Woo) We was going to the Heights to get the better coke I got a bitch that don't gag and she don't never choke (Nasty) I got stars in my ceiling with no telescope Testing, one, two, one, two Can you hear me out there?
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