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Lookin' at popular faces what my brothers faces in all races Lost in generations hatred See with your dilated for the sake of the Gs But it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese cheddar from the make believe Break the trees on they CD Rocking the red and black faithfully I'm a nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest Learn how to eat in the jungle of hyenas And vultures, don't worry a verse will cost ya From the young scorcher, just remember who ya I'm gonna spark it off Won't to no major if no wager Less a 3 million offer off the top I'll be in a box my coughin' drops Why settle for a spot? Niggas don't always make it off the Unless they extort or support the cops They still snitchin' let me guess, that's your Leave 'em shook while you're standing and quit the you panicking, induce damages 'til you're vanishing Words are told properly, top sea examinin' This is for my real hip hop and 'em I dispose for 'em, fake MC's in the post mortem
Cause money a thing if I got it I won't spend All I got is my Pros, I need no friends Feel this glory road is coming to an end The only soul won't sin No he won't in Yo this world is chillin' meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes Properly delivered trees in my swisher And that back to my property wit ya
It ain't easy this royal When you got this going for you It hard to be disloyal Comin' straight from the soil with lines that coil to think pretty off new career with this spoil The kid is that sick so expect more I'm the one so you can expect more offerings I be sonning niggas so expect orphans Best rapper alive hear that line used less Word to God I'm the offering BMX like Hoffman, BMF like man Young boss, man, got Fallon endorsements porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune They next up so I stepped up Fly I dressed up Bitches try to like left nuts Like in the west of Of the motherland, but got the swank of no other man man They understand Pro Era boys pop rubber
Cause money ain't a if I got it I won't spend All I got is my Pros, I don't no friends like this glory road is coming to an end The only soul that sin No he won't in Yo this world is bone Make meals in hell's with these dishes Properly delivered drop in my swisher And bring back to my property wit ya
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