Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell
There is no where you can run your in the cell
Every now and then i get the so called "writer block"
Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock
The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop
Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//
Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block
Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop
Im the new kid on the block
Red dots cause i’m red hot
The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop
Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!
But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen
We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.
Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it
Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit
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