Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
A young wack herald, speaking the truth
High as shit, i’m in a booth
On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake
Because of my constant fear of being betrayed
Using blacks of course was of wide appeal
Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here
Return of the king of flow
Witnessing what i did for d.c. though
Then put it into sex drive
Of the book of your life
My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky
Never been a cold coward country money on my mind then my
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