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My so real out of towners wish they was the king of it
While the government shut down on their own, that's what I call self
My cousin died on the streets hustling
His suffering, wow
He didn't live to one day walk her the isle
I'll take his place, I'll be in a suit and a smile
She don't gotta thank me, your daddy was
He would've did for me if I was in the grave
be sabotaging
Disrespect you on a website and call it
All up in the
They say ''he was to save rap from the nonsense''
Fell short, need for thought, we are starving
He's good, his city bad, his installment
He think he better than his own city, preposterous
a problem my involvement is from
Brooklyn to Harlem, they depend on me to it
behind a major label fortress
Swims in pools of liquor,
Stuck his out like an ostrich, he a moving target
To the death on you
When I die put a street in my casket
And close it, just let me lay with the ratchet
Yeah, to dust and ashes to ashes
So the snake who killed me could walk in
By the of God I'mma jump up blasting
Acting like you built, a fucked up has-been
I dress with a gun fashion
I'm a monster, [?]
I America's Most Wanted bars
My willpower got more will a hundred cars
I'mma show niggas how to deal, just cut the cards
a cocksucking broad, look
You got something you wanna get off your chest your fucking bra
Stop throwing hints, throw shots, it, pa
I don't got drama with none of
But I hope you niggas kill each other, I don't like one of y'all
You can go try and get whoever you want
Tell 'em I'm a problem that can't fucking solve
Acting you really thugging hard and bucking crons
He thugging of y'all
They put the battery in your back, now you you a fucking star
Hit you on the back and the battery out of your stomach, pa
Who and left them in charge?
Carried so many hoods on my shoulders I somebody to give me a massage
Selling of weed if he pull out another jar
Fuck hugging the block, have him hugging God
Cross me and your heart won't live to beat throb
My gun got fired so it needed another job
I told you in Alphabetic I was at large
My whole burrough be bucking
You can't come to Coney bumping niggas, you bugging, pa
You just brushing pads, nigga, you bumping hard
Next make sure you know who you bumping, pa
Most of my Coney niggas'll leave you slumped on them bumping cars
Stop saying you won't get a nigga who and rob
I don't if you won't, I would like a lumber yard
time you see the entourage we come to rob
Charge a barrage, regardless coming hard
Hit harder than Bernard, we parked in your
Your broad's in a menage, becoming large
Your dogs is docking, dodge us, your squad is job
Arson grand larceny
of pardon in front of y'all
Carve a couple
Harlem, some parts of
Way across the and from
Cradle to coffin, a fatal abortion
I'm able to off 'em,
Now I'm the [?] buzzing
cross the reservoir
Dog, see you at the next mob, the son of