And copy what's hot until that goes cold
Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed
And you are you too, but bitch i'm three
Got the police bustin' at me/
I got a dollar and a dream
Thought police, your mind's not green.
Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave
Running around the streets screaming fuck the police
A pro with the prose, what a concept
Life has put her to the test
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