Don't know her name those ain't really important
Layed in the middle of the ocean and
Ok now everythings wonderful
Of being rich and powerful
What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?
Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors
And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so
Poppa took the television, but left the radio
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
We’re playing the game and saying names to make history,
From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug
From the face of this earth and soak in your blood
And i walk in to hear the smell of a fresh bong,
It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Due to the supervened events that might just go and make some history
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