Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle
Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people
And some people really do care, our heroes, our rocks.
We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots
The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,
Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap
And i ain't never plan to be famous
Im true to my word and spit real stuff
They say the money talks and bullshit walks
Of the people in world, and i'd be the source
I could think of a couple positions for you
What happened to the stuff we used to do?
Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit
You know i'm the beast and you'd like to be it
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