We ahead of the curve
Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters
No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano
So call the coroner or the mortician for the the
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad
Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Crazy talking and foolish
The name of the game is
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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