I'm everything that they call nice
Top of my pile of bodies
Mama made her pretty
Thoughts of immortality
Chasing money in the city of crime
Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,
Pocket racked up all big faces
Of which im not exactly proud of,
Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one
Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high
Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai
My criteria ain't even that serious
Cause america the terror of,
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