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(Zacardi, tell your story)

So many wonder how I survived
I can't say it was easy, but I'm still alive
God never left me, He stayed by my side
I ain't no dolphin, fuck rhyming, I'm cripping
Niggas rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-by's I ain't
I ain't no dolphin, f*** rhyming, I'm cripping
N****s rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-by's I ain't
think everything's all good
But at the end of the day you're all wrong

All black dickies, black Cortez
White wife beater, a fresh shaved head
I'm
in my pocket and at least a grand 
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand 
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC 
Remotely controlled by
the mack
Bust shot after shot while I'm under attack

[Yogi]
I used to sport Cortez with my black cascade
In Junior High, hella high, getting the bad grades
the mack
Bust shot after shot while I'm under attack

[Yogi]
I used to sport Cortez with my black cascade
In Junior High, hella high, getting the bad grades
the mack
Bust shot after shot while I'm under attack

[Yogi]
I used to sport Cortez with my black cascade
In Junior High, hella high, getting the bad grades
some old fake Louie, 
Baby if that's real Louie, I'm Tom Cruise.
Excuse me, I'd like to buy some.
You don't know jack about this Louie. 
Take your
Therefore destined salvation contains a contentment
In the stage for which they were given
Which is to be owned by your forefather's superior, image bearing
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
tight courderoys like for the boys
Basket weaves, Nike Cortez, and footsie socks
And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops
And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz
tight courderoys like for the boys
Basket weaves, Nike Cortez, and footsie socks
And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops
And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz
a steady job and crew steady mobbin'
You steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made
But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South
the boys
Basket weaves, Nike Cortez, and footsie socks
And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops
And it don't stop, I'm glad 'cause when J.J. Fad hit