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Diabolic, Triple O, Brooklyn Ac, Oz T, Decipher
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[Verse 1:]

I don’t want to battle, I’d rather curse at your wife
I ain’t trying to win, I’m trying to fuck up your personal life
When the block in a daze, your wife’s watching amazed
So I dug her back out like I was robbing a grave
Stay bent, brain drenched by the haze stench
Strugglin’ to make sense of where my day went (what)
Time to pay rent, duckin’ the landlord
Fuckin’ some tramp raw on the trunk of my man’s Ford
Self destructive, smokin’ l’s in public
I fell in love with the feeling of yelling fuck it (Fuck it!)
Raising hell above it, without a Glock to pull
I’m greedy, I’ll run ya pockets when my pockets full
Unstoppable force on an obstacle course
Lookin’ at your chain for a few rocks that fell off
Could be a good fight ’till I land a hook right (blah)
And draw blood like police sketches of Sug Knight

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I’m not like you, y’all could never relate
You couldn’t handle half of the pressure and weight
I’m not like you, y’all pretenders and fakes
Real recognize real, I don’t remember your face
[2X]

[Verse 2:]

Yo I may be wrong, at war with my baby’s mom
But I’m way beyond giving a fuck what ladies want
Please believe it, there’s no deceitful secret
I’m too raw, the evil genius and his people seen it
Dodging cop stations on blocks you’re not safe in
Passing thru telling camera crews to stop taping
I may slap the same cats who watch hating
Couldn’t get work if the spot had job placement (haha)
Chasing the dough you stash, approaching fast
Smoking hash, ride or die, hope to crash
Grab your throat to slash an open gash
Try holding on with both your arms broke in half
Jehovah’s wrath, God gave for pap’s glazed

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