They fiend in the door
Slice one up, slice two more
And some more a couple more times
There is a light that shines
// [you (don't hurt me no more)]
Im seated by the floor
The more wealth the more tore felt.
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest
I killed more time, more crack to sell
Hoping you well, i know it's hell
God give me one sentence more
You see i gotta go to war
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