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1: Termanology]
Sippin' this liquor off the 8th balcony
Thinking how I made the whole world for me
I had the bubble on the low and blow
No longer wanna be but wanna live
2 baby mamas, 2 babies, that's 4 to feed
A friends but none of them looking out for me
Got tax issues, got dust and got fees
I just wanna hear my pain with clouded tree
Is it all in my or am I paranoid
Is this comma in the air, one I avoid
Can I
Ask you to give me the
Not to lust for that I can't afford
I don't need no awards or nothing
I was more thinking nightmares and men in wars
Thinking how my Aunt Temmy last month
Got me smoking every L like my last blunt
I keep it humble, chill with people that's gassed up
Some of my friends rich, some of on they last buck
How can I stop showing you cos you had bad luck
Anybody can for me
Any hood I get mad

[Verse 2: Joey
The fusillade get sprayed, never
I'm just for a blaze, every time I blaze
Take a minute to look back in the days
As I remember the maze
But I'm still a rat, that's a staged fact
And you should 8 that
Trying to get the
Caught up all the
to my haters
The pupils
See 'em how they
And then rate us greatest and then they slave us
And enslave us in and engrave in our
we can't be the greatest
"We too much time"
time for granted
The food of I planted
I - Last man repping for the planet
I they granted
All my African Bambaataa
Pot of gold, I make Harry Potter "poof"
You not a son
You not
Pick up like papa to the top shotta

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