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My city so real out of towners wish was the king of it
While the government shut down on their own, that's I call self destruction
My young cousin died on the streets
His suffering, wow
He didn't live to one day walk her the isle
take his place, I'll be there in a suit and a smile
She don't gotta thank me, daddy was brave
He would've did for me if I was in the grave
be sabotaging
Disrespect you on a website and it blogging
All up in the
say ''he was supposed to save rap from the nonsense''
Fell short, need food for thought, we are
He's good, his bad, that's his installment
He think he better than his own city, preposterous
It's a my involvement is from
Brooklyn to Harlem, they on me to solve it
Hiding a major label fortress
Swims in pools of liquor,
Stuck his neck out like an ostrich, he a target
To the death on you
When I die put a sweeper in my casket
And close it, just let me lay there the ratchet
Yeah, to dust and ashes to ashes
So the snake who me could walk in laughing
By the grace of God I'mma jump up
Acting like you built, you'se a up has-been
I dress with a gun talk
I'm a monster, [?]
I spit America's Most Wanted
My willpower got more will than a hundred
show these niggas how to deal, just cut the cards
You'se a broad, look
You got you wanna get off your chest besides your fucking bra
throwing hints, throw shots, confront it, pa
I don't got drama none of y'all
But I hope you niggas kill each other, I don't like neither one of
You can go try and get whoever you want
Tell 'em I'm a problem that they can't fucking
Acting like you really thugging and bucking crons
He thugging because of
They put the battery in back, now you think you a fucking star
Hit you on the back and blow the battery out of stomach, pa
Who and left them in charge?
Carried so many hoods on my shoulders I need somebody to give me a
jars of weed if he pull out another jar
Fuck hugging the block, I'mma have him God
me and your heart won't live to beat another throb
My gun got fired so much it needed job
I told you in Slaughter I was at large
My whole burrough be crons
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
of my Coney Island niggas'll leave you slumped on them bumping cars
Stop saying you won't get a nigga who and rob
I don't care if you won't, I would a lumber yard
Every you see the entourage we come to rob
with 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, us, your squad is running job
grand larceny lancing
Bars of in front of y'all
a couple scars
Harlem, some parts of
Way across the and from
Cradle to coffin, a fatal abortion
I'm to off 'em, Brook'
Now I'm the [?] buzzing
Don't the reservoir
Dog, see you at the next mob, the son of