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At the end the time come
Get the drop on the weed
Like too much water in the tea pot, huh
Lord have Murcielagos on the poor,
Pour,
They your the event of war
Down for the son of doors of the door
Does the Lord like to award winners?
And the war winners'll inner
All the all-enders the pure kinders
So the form in can be raw
In this like the business
King to king 'til the, 'til the hit us
If he goes, half a million sold sold the soul, gold
In the end will it go to the business?
You doing nothing with it
Let a get it for the low-low-low-low
Lames tried to form their
Couldn't storm it a dodo-dodo-dodo-dodo-do
In the eating chicken wings
Smothered adobo-dobo-dobo-dobo-do
Vatos, fiascos, votos like a cho-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
go, go, go, go
ho, ho, ho, ho
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Brown brother in a fed box
At the hail Li' nigga live for
Except these young, black
Wouldn't drive if you them trucks
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I don't give a, give a, a, fuck
With a, with a, with a mind full of money, full of nothing
Niggas gonna feel what a feel
Always been a winner ever beginner
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Lord, please keep these diablo niggas off a spine
Lord, please keep me Fiasco outta rest of these lie
These nigga lie, these lie, these nigga lie, these nigga lie
Lord, please forgive me for the sinning
Please forgive me for the to the Lord
Hoping and to the ribbon
Niggas to get in, open up the doors
Son feel 'em, open up the ceiling
start tripping, open up the floor
Trap like Indiana looking for a map
That I sketched on the back on one of my under my hat
Coffin is the cousin to the bed under my back
so real niggas die taking one of my naps
Mattress full of money, under that sheets full of raps
for the weak, sleep for the whack
Party while you slumber, tell 'em coming, jump in my sack
Niggas wanna exercise, exercise and go jump in my jack
If I lift an arm lift a car, nigga, that's a gun in my lap
Hurdle to the tire, it's a fire
I'm a flyer, you under my flap
Is he nuts? Is he going bolts?
No, both running my track

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And since niggas is than them white folks on the tracks
White folks, tight rope,
I could be a sprinting nigga liquid in the running over rap
I higher, higher wire, you a wire on a power pad running over
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Einstein mine mind
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