That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long
And waste away my hazy days for lazy ways 'till life is gone,
This is a rap bout how real my life is
And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches
I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack
Thinking of ways i might attack
Sorry bout the stutter, didn't mean to mutter
Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her
I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for
Im sorry for putting my life in danger
Prepare for the bout of yo life
I need a backyard full court size
Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand
Cause i've relapsed back into the vast ways of my past/
Haven't slept for days cause of my evil ways,
She don't even need a job, got one anyways
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