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ladies cries watery Right before he passed away, I know that rapper thought of me I'm paid on the nighty, ya'll get paid on the quarterly And into work for
Thought it's a game now But I can tell you one thing I know It's that most rap cats strictly Out for my dough i call them ho-niggas I ain't leaving til I'm
smoke Mothership, microchips get injected In my throat all off the books Taxes implemented by the fascists Got me lighting books of matches Burning cities
daft if you hate him 'Cause I got more bars than you date in 10 outta 10, me I’m the peng A 16 full have the grime cats shaking All week feeling, whole
I know that they tryna indict me Askin' questions, I don't eat no food I can't go to jail I'm on tour right now with some killers, if they die,
curved like my body is, hoes wanna know who my stylist is (what's up?) No, I don't dance no more, but sixty'll bring a bitch out of retirement (what's
cuz all were tryin'a be is money makers so we might have had a chance to escape from some of these derelict places were livin life at fast paces It's
from the bottom where half these cats are deceitful Where niggas drive by and double back like the sequel Lethal, I'm the goat, rappers should take
a white small cat, But her feet were bare, Was she real or not? Was too drunk to care. Jack n' Coke, I know that glow. Pass the smoke, And here we
[Esoteric] I take it to the streets carjack 5-0 Pack toast like breakfast to go let ya know Up front that in my trunk I got this big ass bag When
Up In Smoke [R.E.U.] Well if you know what it's like a cold cell drunk frozen at night You're prob'ly like me try'na gain control of life But
all black Copy cats try to match But they style ain't exactly the same Somebody said "freeze it's a raid" You know cops are comin' when a brotha
death wish from Bill(D-yea) This cat sucker got the wrong idea (He came a long damn way) How the hell you think I got here? I learned to survive with
belts Let 'em know we 'bout that cake, straight out the gate We independent women, some mistake us for whores I'm saying, why spend mine when I can
"Every day is just an Extension of yesterday, a hassle And getting out of bed in the Morning is like slow suicide Because he knows just what's going
get me? I remember I was broke, had to tip a quarter No car for the block, had to hit the corner Sometimes I still spin by, 'cah I miss the trauma
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