He won't sit down, given the crown
Timing them wrist watch down
Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade
Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight
And yes, his left wrist represents the way that his day go
Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow
Try to shake my hand end up with a broke wrist
I'll show you there's a few good left that exist
Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest
If i said that all of that was faker than a clean wrist,
No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist
How they stand there, cuffed up, patient
That burden's on my soul as long i exist
What held me back from slashing my wrist,
Across ya wrist, obnoxious, i'm a boxer, i gotta spit,
Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that
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