Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes
That's really how we represent our country, the "united states",
The holy war, the spiritual troops
Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools
But it made me the man i am today, thanks
States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/
It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face
Leave the states make peace with myself and erase/
You have now entered the inner thoughts of my own mind
Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child
It was just the four of us uptown corners
7 1 8 was where i entered the earth,
Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries
Why so serial? because the under world aint lies
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