My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store
God is at my window but the devils at my door
I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk
My style is the newest, at rap i'm so fluent, everyone else is my pursuant
We losing freedom, and that's why i'm into the game
They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain
Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient
And risk losing my thick skin / i'll leave this bitch limp
I'm battling these demons at the moment i am losing
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, i'm the rap tsar
And where we've come and how we still have to go really far
Can't relax/too in my zone when i attack/only feel at home when i rap
Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that
I'm losing my stature
Ya'll wife and white knight her
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