So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would
World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood
If its not couture, i will not go to her
Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,
Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace
I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space
Re-directed de-ci-sions
I was playing with guns
I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck
Taking over the world while the money adds up
Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play
All the money in the world can't take this pain away
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