I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger
Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker
Straight over and told her mama there's a soccer game,
The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same
We kicked it then i score, soccer game
And my niggas all the same
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Got bitches in new york california and decatur
My team eat everyday a feast
Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast
But the industry's a lot like, a crap game
I'm the best in the west from california to maine
Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....
Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job
Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team.
50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen
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