I style on new york, pile up my fork
Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.
And for sport i'm gonna finish you; lyrically not physically
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
And all the while i think of you
This shit is like a sport we do,
But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford
Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,
Signed a deal, four years, with the devil's sport
Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford
Killin' for sport, but i'm still ignored/
Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured
I'm just a criminal athlete, banned from my own sport and activities.
My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze
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