I do what i need to survive, competition and beef is what makes my spirit come alive
Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice
The outline which you n****s out dated
I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did
And she looking for them trees, baby we got some
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does
But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was
People want yas to beef/
Gotta go, let her leave
I don't give a fuck what the 80's did
To seize everything you ever wanted
More beef than a cattle ranch
Lv on my feet with a belt to match
You don't mean that, you faggot
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
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