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more money more pussy got a pen on me right now i cant tell you what's up right now just moving cooking up tins i got it in food cook homemade bread you know bake it make it never fake it just do it shit all played out no comeback shoot off face waste flip cards like a poker dealer never tell me shit prove it im the strongest street smart my life's like a movie that's why your wife is a groupie im invincible when them bullets go through me on the block spraying shit like s uzi 10:30 call the femmes dirty after 8 easy nice whip nice car empty shell case and drive pass unknown number unknown face paranoid-er get me feeling unsafe log off the cable alot of shit happening guns bussing i see alot of people rapping trapped in a maze locked up in a cage no return from the past my life is hard fuck like a star open the bottle cap break your neck and back i wonder how i can flow hotter than summer BEEN IN THE JAIL CELL NOT TOO LONG AGO NEVER KNEW I WAS THE ONE TO GO NEVER KNEW I WAS THE ONE TO BLOW I BE DOING THIS LIKE RAIN AND SNOW , FRESH FROM BAIL I WAS STUCK IN THE CELL OVER A FEMALE NEVER KNEW LIES CAN TELL I GOT ENVY PEOPLE HATING ON ME KNIFE IN THE KITCHEN THINKING OF SOMETHING MICROWAVE I MIGHT PUT ON SOMETHING NO COOKER THERE SEE NIGGA THERE RIGHT THERE ARREST THERE HANDCUFF WASN'T TOO TIGHT BEEN IN THE PRISON CELL OVERNIGHT IN THE MORNING I HAD TO GO IN THE PRISON VAN DUDLEY WALSALL MAN JUDGE GRANTED ME BAIL)

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