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[Verse]

The game so shady now, rap is on the spotlight
And I'm doin' just fine, I did a lot to get by
Rappers Nicholas Cage, they see me they

talkin' street, but you ain't really bout it
Scar on my face, bitch I feel like a lion
Tony Montana you gon need army to fight me
You still may not get me

chain
But no Ian going for shit
BOW, that hit the boy in his lip
BOW, now he stuffed all in a zip
From da Wick it get ugly
If the cops try to hop we get

when we hit em with another one
It's Grampa Mane the bastard son, so step on up and get you some
I'm Bout to make you look dumb, who you think you

snug you never ghost me
Just 1 tug you get the whole thing


Nigga lie say from the rack
You from Markham stop the cap
Niggas mark him till he flat
Love

Shout out to the man who lived like a king
Never thought he'd tears came out and drippin'
That pretty ghost walked into the city
'bout the day she

my phone (why you bitchin')
Talkin' 'bout, what the fuck, man, leave me fuck alone, for once (leave me alone)
And let me just sit back and chill
Get

worth
Shit and we the money, easy money

Rap money times racks alright
Rap money times rocks, it get ugly
I can still stand at the store and trap
This

dripping from head to my toes
Like I'm just tryna drown in a pool
Gotta get some money don't care bout hater
I know they just like what I do
They just wanna

feel your pain when
They switch and get ugly
Can't trust no nigga
Can't look me in my eye
My homies live forever
We ain't ever gonna die
Locs by my side,

Like, I don't wanna take time, thinking bout 
Wasted money everytime that I cop shit

My life get's stressful
I need to write down words on a pad so I can

to hold it tight

Use to be plagued with all the women I would hold at night
Thinking bout Mel when I was learnin how to hold her right

But shit got ugly

enough days off too many clock-ins
Thinking bout my life I ain't got too many options
So wit this rap shit gotta be top ten
Forreal
I was by the trash

Its been a long short time
Without havin’ my baby right by my side
Its a long time comin’
I can only think about who you lovin’ and touchin’ bae
Who

ain’t no EZ pass
Faster by the minute, I’m passing by the limit, but ain’t no way you’ll see me crash
I’ll treat y’all like bad drivers on the GSP

life fuck me gotta get my nut in

By any means im on tracks heavily
Beating beats until they bury me
The kids news, no Elerbee
This music be the remedy

Sarcasm

Bavu Blakes

Create & Hustle

2002

video ho
I passed up a whole bunch of one-night stands
By talkin' too much like I was tryin' to be their man
I won't make that mistake again, mark my

stupid thotties pay for
He open the bottle of the pills and he take four
The human condition got us mixed up and sinnin
And I get my stress out by this

to get rid of my 9 to 5 payroll (Go)
'Till I can be a ghetto superhero with a cape on
Represent the innocent hooded up I'm Treyvon
Electrify my city with

a harness is
I gather my thoughts just like I gather when the harvest hits
Finding poison in places where we don't think bout the consequence
Playing with

my homie through these years
Known him since the 5th grade
We was talkin' 'bout all the times we used to get paid
Get the girls, stay out late, we was

Dame higher than a motherfucker

Cops block, get rocked like the last session
A real black boy, fuck you niggas talkin' bout
Baby ass got gas, movin' in

could afford, look
We live where the gats be
And Ima do it til I live like Gatsby
Moving the people like it's human trafficking
Don't get yourself in

on the news just like Channel 8
I came a long way, bitch, I survived by Section 8
I dropkick a midget, left my shoe print on his face
And if I get a bitch that