But that was way before i made the dough and met the game
There's anger, rage, and hate, wish i could sever all the pain,
Pain n drugs leavin our brains to rot
When i'm on it, on it like my job
911 and osama, i fight with love instead of hate,
And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade
And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate
And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid
Of the vhs especially during sex baby
Its irony that haters love to hate me,
No room for love, just consumed by hate
Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid
A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed
Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent
Then i said i had enough
Conceived in hate yet taught to love
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