I got the subtext The rough neck statue, the jury factor results in bone Manufactured sounds and Got me like football scrimmages Johnny (unite us) god I trust I don't need to get paper every I bust Maybe, do it for charity Now my label wanna jerk me for my I guess that's you get for loyalty a bitch, don't take the shit personally
Life's a "bitch", don't it personally Life's a "bitch", take it personally Life's a "bitch", take it personally a "bitch", don't take it personal
Beatch! Call me a visionary Known to bust cherry on a berry Now tell me how weight can your back carry And me how far have you come now? I'm sick of all these fake rock b-boys who think down Cuz they have a and turn they hat round They call my sons, just me Sam Recognize who I am boy, we fam This ain't the Sopranos, know I roll the Rhythm Cubanos And get McDonalds So get the fuck on I give you a tray And even I drive thru the in my blinged up whip I don't fear no evil, full clip Cuz you ain't nuthin but a to me By you'll be history
Beatch! Yo I motivate to propogate my oral Mystical science, act up Bitches get slapped for a nine Catagorize me with industry I'm callin shots like my man Hern I can't mix your burn, while you wait turn I get in this hear, and that's hard to earn I don't do it for the paper, I got to burn My soul motivation is rock the whole Make a roll scholar, out of dust And all you drug addicts with your thug You might go to jail if hards really stick
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