Then get out your seat and jump around
Heaven or hell, there is no middle ground
They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win
Bigger than the white house its the black house attention
Theres blood all over the ground
Weed up, better make a sound
Steady to sulk heavenly bolts of electrical volts especially on impulse
Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts
This is purely art, and this is raw hip-hop in its form,
Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm
But money never lasts, in fact it's only last
Hand and hand they fade away to another land
But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head
Actual live in the flesh, live on the set,
And panned out, i'm all in love
Toddlers in tiaras,
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