Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still
These punks would bully me 'cuz of clothes from goodwill,
Not working. shot, choking, broken.
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
Working through our problems solving em all
You an amateur, they wanna pro to call
You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck
Working the drywall partying it up
Get yours; you know what this about
Taken up drama, acting, working out.
Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,
Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit
Working my way to the top
This is the part where we run hip hop
I said that i loved you, heartbeats when you get near
These punks would bully me 'cuz of clothes from goodwill,
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