But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
And that´s how it has begun
They had a hell of a run
I aint just spit in this s*** to sound all rough and tough,
Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous
A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt
Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered
Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins
And you wanted porthouse we brought semis and 9s/
I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate
24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,
I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
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