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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 what I call self
My young cousin on the streets hustling
His suffering, wow
He didn't live to one day walk her down the
I'll his place, I'll be there in a suit and a smile
She don't gotta thank me, your was brave
He did this for me if I was in the grave
Haters be
Disrespect you on a website and call it
All up in the
They say ''he was supposed to save rap from the
Fell short, food for thought, we are starving
He's good, his city bad, that's his
He think he better than his own city, that's
It's a problem my is from
Brooklyn to Harlem, they on me to solve it
Hiding behind a label fortress
in pools of liquor, alcoholic
Stuck his neck out like an ostrich, he a moving
To the on you bastards
When I die put a sweeper in my casket
And it, just let me lay there with the ratchet
Yeah, dust to dust and ashes to
So the snake who killed me walk in laughing
By the of God I'mma jump up blasting
Acting like you built, you'se a fucked up
I with a gun talk fashion
I'm a monster, [?]
I spit America's Most bars
My willpower got more will than a cars
I'mma show these how to deal, just cut the cards
You'se a cocksucking broad,
You got something you wanna get off your besides your fucking bra
Stop throwing hints, throw shots, it, pa
I don't got drama with of y'all
But I hope you kill each other, I don't like neither one of y'all
You can go try and get you want involved
Tell 'em I'm a problem that can't fucking solve
Acting like you thugging hard and bucking crons
He thugging because of
They put the in your back, now you think you a fucking star
Hit you on the back and blow the battery out of stomach, pa
Who died and left them in
Carried so many on my shoulders I need 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 another throb
My gun got fired so much it another job
I you in Alphabetic Slaughter I was at large
My whole be bucking crons
You can't come to Coney bumping niggas, you bugging, pa
You ain't just brushing pads, nigga, you hard
Next make sure you know who you bumping, pa
Most of my Coney Island leave you slumped on them bumping cars
Stop saying you won't get a who front and rob
I don't care if you won't, I like a lumber yard
time you see the entourage we come to rob
Charge with a barrage, coming hard
Hit harder than Bernard, we parked in garage
Your broad's in a menage, hearts becoming
Your dogs is docking, dodge us, squad is running job
Arson grand lancing
of pardon in front of y'all
Carve a scars
Harlem, some parts of
Way the Bronx and from
Cradle to coffin, give a fatal
I'm to off 'em, Brook'
Now I'm the [?] buzzing
Don't the reservoir
Dog, see you at the mob, the son of song