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Yo.. yo.. |
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A man is condemned or exaulted by his words.. |
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Exalt me.. yo.. this what y'all niggas wanted.. |
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The streets was waitin' here |
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I am, a beast awakened in a |
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Beamer Station |
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Wagon with massive gleamin' bracelets after years of bein' patient sheddin' tears and beatin' cases |
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I'm ready for whatever yo (Mega!) no more to say words can't explain like |
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Rich Porters grave this is a ghetto monument, my confidence is more apparent the mind like a |
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Nine automatic graceful yet capable of causin' damage |
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I'm too ill, lyrically |
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I feel I'm too real dough or die, either way |
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I do deals |
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I'm gifted, my only fear is death or prison what other lyricist conveys such sincereness? |
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I been through the ghetto life and drug concealings fearless, and betrayal with trust is given now |
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I deal with a few, |
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I don't fuck with niggas it's not arrogance, it's |
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I'm-not-havin' it niggas act like they was sendin' me packages when |
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I was upstate gainin' weight and lackin' friends think about it, |
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I don't talk about it, |
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I be about it |
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I get money and |
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I still be in the |
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Projects fuck rap, nigga like me is eatin' regardless even during the drout |
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I had a Ki in the closet connects was tellin' me |
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I ain't need a deposit they were seein' the progress on my net, smashin' niggas |
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I was pitchin', you was catchin' feelings like |
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D's when they seen they couldn't catch my niggas 41st side, what, we had cracks in the building the 4-5, |
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Infra red |
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Mac and the |
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Sterling it was all for the cause except my dogs got careless |
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I suppose those who ain't like us feared us the life we chose inspired me to write these poems |
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I'm takin' mine like the |
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Rikers phone |
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The Realness... my niggas waitin' for this.. pump this on the corner.. pump this in ya ride.. pump this in ya jail cell.. the essence of a hustler my nigga.. what.. |
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Mega |
