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Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the
Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and
Urine burnin', I could the liquor in this
Cats always pick up the fist
this dude out
Rappers stoop just to get to your
Now it's like who's face? who's warped? too
Distort thoughts, on my corpse on the
Back when I'd more, rock my slacks or my ass
Everytime, I rap I
Back when I catch Cor', I had sports
Dippin' on cops in my track
So my mom I ahad to make it right
I lie every night about the lime-light so I could lie at
And tell my Pops' I take advice
Keep my head screwed on tight, abuse these
See me, I'm the contusion
A cat to a mic and catch my fuckin' hair when I'm losing height
Ratking, losing hype, no
It's Ratking and I do it
Ratking, yeah, I do it nice,

Bitch, I skated I rapped it
You'd me before your captain
Bet hots on your Daddy
To someone go Clap them, probably cold and passive
Cause' was the one that got to me
Feeling down like he passed it and I'm cornered, it's action
I was out the game, I'ma put the quarter right back in the slot
In 09', we the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the block
Bitch, if yo' nigga had Supreme, we was the reason he it
And nowadays, I'm on a lyrics to box with
And some pretty bitches that ain't trip if a hit and run
I got to go I don't do the crying bro
She Mario, I'm keep the whining to a minimum
Piggies come, bet I'm splittin' than I finish rum
Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers and my shirt like they was chicken
The room spinnin', yak if I don't hit the blunt
Got the wagon, slim chances of me getting up
After this, mind in the trash next to where my passion went
fanatics, half-a-Xanax when I'm traveling six hours or more
Brick out on the tour, got kicked out of the
Spit cattle manure shit, shit, rally the
Tally the