My sim card's the bomb
But no, that ship has gone
Uptown roamers, and south side riders
Yet your cd has no buyers,
This new generation has no moderation, no motivation
You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin
No man has truly lived,
You was bigger than an artist
Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl
No love at all no love for my natives at all
That rap game, although changed, has given true love a shot.
The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop
To be good at rap, you need no limits
The youngest of my mother kids
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