Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say
Well i guess i've been on the pad all day
Build his on coarse, never had rules enforced, he used force
My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls
He blew ounces quick, his deficient existence had astounded kids
And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive
But now theirs no one on the other side, surprise
All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone
Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home
Shoulda been the one you could rely on
It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won
So much in his mind he cant focus on one thing at a time he was going bitterly insane
Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game
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