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Lookin' at colored faces Observing what my faces in all races Lost in generations hatred See with your eyes for the sake of the Gs But keep it sacred G, a rat race, we take the cheese Jack cheddar the make believe the trees on they eighth CD Rocking the red and black lumberjack I'm a nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest Learn how to eat in the jungle of hyenas And vultures, don't what a verse will cost ya From the young scorcher, just who taught ya I'm gonna spark it off Won't sign to no if no wager Less than a 3 offer off the top I'll be in a box with my coughin' Why settle for a spot? Niggas don't make it off the block Unless they rocks or support the cops They still snitchin' let me guess, that's mannequin? 'em shook while you're standing and quit the shenanigans Have you panicking, induce damages you're vanishing Words are told properly, resort top sea This is for my real hip hop and 'em I for 'em, leave fake MC's in the post mortem
Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I spend All I got is my Pros, I need 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 chillin' Make meals in hell's kitchen with dishes delivered drop trees in my swisher And bring that back to my wit ya
It ain't easy this royal When you got much going for you It ain't hard to be Comin' straight from the soil lines that never coil Start to think pretty off new career with spoil The kid is that sick so expect coffins I'm the chosen one so you can more offerings I be niggas so expect less orphans Best rapper alive hear that line used often Word to God I'm the offering BMX like Hoffman, BMF like man Young boss, man, got Jimmy endorsements From porches, to Porsches, getting of fortune They said next up so I up Fly like I up try to hang 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 band
Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't All I got is my Pros, I don't no friends Feel like this glory road is to an end The only soul won't sin No he give in Yo world is bone chillin' Make meals in hell's kitchen with dishes Properly delivered drop in my swisher And bring that to my property wit ya
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