Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one
You're a disgrace to real rappers who steady getting their work done
And if it blast at ya chest, my nigga you are done
But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one
When we already at the house full of our, home work
Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard
Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
I moved here, work at grocery stores, there are factories,
If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice
Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been
The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position
I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say
Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,
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