But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was
With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges
I put some cash in ya pocket
I entered with, rendered with it,
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
Maybe i'm just a feature in this bleacher
With rock, shock rap with doc
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
Hang with you, sip drank with you
Dear sweetheart, wassup boo
Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth
Choose to entertain himself with,
And now that i’m getting money
Dueling with duality.
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