And they label me king... you can come and take it back
Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?
Cause its been over 45 minutes
Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six
My g"s have been handcuffed,
If you ever feel alone and
No this ain't silver, this is my dilemma
Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para
We don't believe you, you need more people
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most
That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath
Snapple fact: you rather wack
Better watch your back, mac
Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
Mocking dead fappers doin' others, they caught an s. t .d!
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