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Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Twista finna get up on the track

I've read the textbook front to back/

Take a walk with me, let me show you the streets,

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

You seen me evolve more with each song

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

Fuck it move on, i've been long gone, still sit n write a song,