I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
My heart starts shredding slowly/ she was more to me than my trophy
There'd still be niggas out killing
Don't change your mind and call me the rap game king
And by the grace of god you make the approach
They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.
Tie the enemy up with the rope step back and hope for a change
I always judge a book by the cover, never the page
Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers
Boobie gave me the game, change to give me some sneakers
Now i know to change the world i gotta start with me
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
Starts with the killing of you
I really love my miami crew
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