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My city so real out of wish they was the king of it
While the government shut down on their own, that's what I self destruction
My young cousin died on the streets
His suffering, wow
He didn't to one day walk her down the isle
I'll his place, I'll be there in a suit and a smile
She don't thank me, your daddy was brave
He would've did for me if I was in the grave
be sabotaging
Disrespect you on a and call it blogging
All up in the
They say ''he was supposed to save rap from the
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, that's
It's a problem my is from
Brooklyn to Harlem, they depend on me to it
Hiding behind a label fortress
in pools of liquor, alcoholic
Stuck his neck out like an ostrich, he a target
To the on you bastards
When I die put a sweeper 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 walk in laughing
By the of God I'mma jump up blasting
like you built, you'se a fucked up has-been
I dress with a gun fashion
I'm a monster, [?]
I spit America's Wanted bars
My willpower got more will than a hundred
I'mma show these how to deal, just cut the cards
You'se a broad, look
You got something you wanna get off chest besides your fucking bra
Stop throwing hints, throw shots, it, pa
I don't got drama with of y'all
But I hope you niggas kill each other, I like neither one of y'all
You can go try and get whoever you want
Tell 'em I'm a problem they can't fucking solve
Acting like you really thugging hard and bucking
He thugging because of
They put the battery in your back, now you think you a star
Hit you on the back and blow the battery out of stomach, pa
Who died and left in charge?
Carried so many hoods on my shoulders I somebody to give me a massage
Selling jars of weed if he out another jar
Fuck hugging the block, I'mma him hugging God
me and your heart won't live to beat another throb
My gun got so much it needed another job
I told you in Alphabetic I was at large
My whole burrough be crons
You can't come to Coney bumping niggas, you bugging, pa
You ain't just brushing pads, nigga, you hard
Next time 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 nigga who and rob
I don't if you won't, I would like a lumber yard
Every time you see the entourage we to rob
with a barrage, regardless coming hard
Hit harder than Bernard, we in your garage
Your in a menage, hearts becoming large
Your dogs is docking, dodge us, your is running job
Arson grand lancing
Bars of pardon in of y'all
Carve a scars
Harlem, some parts of
Way across the and from
to coffin, give a fatal abortion
I'm to off 'em, Brook'
Now I'm the [?] hard
Don't the reservoir
Dog, see you at the next mob, the son of