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

[Verse 2: Joey
The fusillade get sprayed, delayed
I'm just for a blaze, every time I blaze
Take a just to look back in the days
As I remember this the
But I'm still a caged rat, a staged fact
And you should 8 that
to get the papers
Caught up all the
to my haters
The pupils
See 'em how they
And they rate us greatest and then they slave us
And enslave us in and in our mind
That we can't be the
"We wasted too time"
Taking time for
The food of life I
I pomegranate - Last man repping for the
I guess they
All my African patois
Pot of gold, I make that Harry "poof"
You not a son
You not
Pick up like papa to the top shotta

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