Now the passion from the booth comes alive in a rhyme,
Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time
But with the thug life comes
Where you welcome to problems
If the day comes that u say its over ima be sitting in my down in the rain,
Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game
Than i walk out the room like im the coolest nigga to hit america,
Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga
I'll smoke the herb first, then make your motherfuckin' vocals cords burst.
Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first
Feigning my interest in the lies that they bring,
Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting
Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand
If your not first in the door then your gonna be last
To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes
When when the economy of america breaks
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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