I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule
Churches searching for the pockets of the poor
Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
It´s the battle of life
You make a nigga sing songs nice
Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,
And i could see you coming home after work late
But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one
Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen
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