So now i’m under pressure i want it bad
Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that
I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest
I'm too busy doin the type of shit that got gotti killed
If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block
I am spitting rhymes out like i am a type of robot
Talkin' thathip-hop shit, don't get shot bitch
This the type of shit that make a niggah twitch
After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment
Time of need, just like the walls around me they start to bleed, and
This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet
I didnt even read half the shit you said
Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing
I got out of the deep end and said to her that i was leaving
You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick
I gotta get out of here, i gotta make it quick
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