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Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string
You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening
There'd still be niggas out killing
I was born to do the damn thing
Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing
No commentary my man, i come out swinging
And this will be the song that we sing
She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing
Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living
On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting
I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no Queen
P-i double l in the building

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