Got my pimpin game like im the money mike in the town.
My bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna hold me down
Am that sick on the mike im so lyricly quick
I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music
Im gonna beat that bitch like i'm mike vick
Make room for the groom married to his music
Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,
And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate
Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again
Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain
Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes
Im staying off the roads
Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone
Born alone, work alone, die alone
Just taking time off to heal what has been torn
I got a liable larynx, my throat warm
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