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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, what I call self destruction
My young cousin died on the 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 me, your daddy was brave
He would've did this for me if I was in the
be sabotaging
Disrespect you on a website and it blogging
All up in the
They say was supposed to save rap from the nonsense''
short, need food for thought, we are starving
He's good, his city bad, 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 behind a major fortress
Swims in of liquor, alcoholic
his neck out like an ostrich, he a moving target
To the death on you
When I die put a street sweeper in my
And close it, just let me lay there the ratchet
Yeah, dust to and ashes to ashes
So the who killed me could walk in laughing
By the of God I'mma jump up blasting
Acting like you built, you'se a up has-been
I dress a gun talk fashion
I'm a monster, [?]
I America's Most Wanted bars
My willpower got more will than a hundred
I'mma show these niggas how to deal, just cut the
You'se a cocksucking broad,
You got something you wanna get off your besides your fucking bra
Stop hints, throw shots, confront it, pa
I don't got drama with of y'all
But I hope you niggas kill each other, I don't like neither one of
You can go try and get you want involved
Tell 'em I'm a problem that they can't solve
Acting like you really thugging and bucking crons
He because of y'all
They put the battery in your back, now you think you a star
Hit you on the and blow the battery out of your stomach, pa
Who died and left in charge?
Carried so many hoods on my shoulders I need to give me a massage
jars of weed if he pull out another jar
Fuck hugging the block, have him hugging God
Cross me and 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 bucking
You can't come to Coney Island 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 get a nigga who front and rob
I care if you won't, I would like a lumber yard
Every time you see the entourage we to rob
Charge with a barrage, regardless coming
Hit harder Bernard, we parked in your garage
broad's in a menage, hearts becoming large
Your dogs is docking, dodge us, your is running job
Arson grand lancing
Bars of in front of y'all
a couple scars
Harlem, some of Yonkers
Way across the Bronx and
to coffin, give a fatal abortion
I'm to off 'em, Brook'
Now I'm the [?] buzzing
Don't cross the
Dog, see you at the next mob, the son of