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i done f-ck to many hoes to end up by my self/put faith in dawg he got beside his self/i popped to many xans i think lost my self/itchin for a body i almost cuaght my self/shawty keep askin if i luv my self/did so many n-ggas dirty i can’t trust my self/my self

politican wit politician that neva mention/hood figures wit no voice but bigger vision/unk kookin wit no grease but split the chicken/bakin soda on granny china gotta do the dishes/this a dawg eat dawg world the cycle vicous/n-ggas luv cappin to they end up gettin twisted/im from the city of lions and tiger and i love the pistons/i dont dance but that choppa got my wriest jittin/every body plugged they mad kuz move diffrent/everybody win they mad kuz i lose different/im black and unfortionate momma i had to pay atenttion/ain’t no racial profilin when water whippin/them cracker hate n-gga but they love the grams tho/….d-mn they love them grams tho/if all these n-gga shooters then f-ck it rambo/them cracker hate n-gga but they love the grams tho/

i done f-ck to many hoes to end up by my self/put faith in dawg he got beside his self/i popped to many xans i think lost my self/itchin for a body i almost cuaght my self/shawty keep askin if i luv my self/did so many n-ggas dirty i can’t trust my self/my self

a lil money will have n-ggas preparin nouses/think im clueless team no cap my n-gga ruthless/you hang wit shooters but kant name ya shooter/n-gga we ain’t fam if u dont kno lil skooter/blood kno history so we bick it brazy/thottyana on the flo you thinkin she a lady/auntie in back tootin she thinkin its the eightes/had some p-ssy in amy winehouse sweet as sade/got n-gga addicted to livin the trenches fo real/pretty b-tches out here f-ckin for mentions fo real/bad intions n-ggas snitchin they b-tches fo real/you peep sh-t when you really drippin fo real/them b-tches hate n-ggas but they boo’d up on the gram tho/….d-mn she boo’d up on the gram tho/say she single for the night now he want some d-mn smoke/this real life wat you flexin on the gram fo/

lived a h-ll of life why i gotta die all by my self/

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