And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
The more battles the better the flows
Ain't no women at the shows
Saw the bombs on the news
Niggas die over shoes
Metaphor, chilling with better whores
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes
And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!
Know i just call it head phone
As the king upon the throne
As the tao converted the thief
Got tired of running from the police
You gotta understand man
Still the man with the pan
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