Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside
And i would beat 'em every single minute, week, every night,
Now i'm not blaming a single reason for her fucked up life
That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies
But thats the life of a human being
Now this is what i call an evening
On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash
And every single weapon you have
I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one
I wanna scream and shout every single fucking song i've written
We ain't buying cds, we striving to live
I was single when you came in my life
Then rinse and repeat on every emcee with one single breath
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
I'm everything that they call nice
I rap every single crap in life
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