I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.
I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position
My talent should take me places i've never been
How i ever got in so much pummelin',
I work for weeks and lurk the streets learnin how to earn the green/
If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen
A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and
Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened
Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad
And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,
Bb king or the neighbors of snoop
The squad with us, no troop
I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much
Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch
Optimistic this isnt bad its different now
But instead i got shot and was like what the fuck how
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