Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit
But the hard part is that i can not quit
Yea i know i can't rap, but at least i don't act like i can.
Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man
That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit
Paralyzing them but not from the pain so they can face it
Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status
I've been tired but you can tell my life still's sick contagious,
And gary coleman just passed: life is short
But the note in his hand can not be ignored
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
They try to say they can rap but dont touch my attack
Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues
So they can further their own interests, but i'm speaking the truth
But can they keep up with the paste of others
See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth
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