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I can’t believe it’s been a year since i wrote that/Was lost in thought figuring out the roadmap/How can i live another year to get where Hov’s at/It’s not my fault my heart done chose rap/My brothers know that, i’m the type to hold back…but now i’m on a track open up ’bout all of that/All of that coke rap that could’ve fucked my conscience/I grew up on that era where the big word was „Abortion”/And AIDS, back then it was the „Gay cancer”/Backstage with the DJ or the breakdancer…it’s just staged, your image like the fake gangster/You dont move weight, you just Sway…you don’t get Yé answer/You don’t get that (x2)…your story’s like money to me, i dont get that!/The industry is funny to me; my smile been cracked/All you rappers on the same box, waitin’ for a big check…from the exec’, to be exact/You really wanna ball then be prepared to get sacked
At school i was lame, bitches said i’m too nerdy/I really got no game but the dame was so flirty/Snow flurry…I only pray one day that the draw rain/Pussy draw attention, get the picture that i’m drawing/When it rain, it pours… When it rain in my city, people die, you can’t ignore the cause/Y’all wearing Michael Kors, y’all can come to my city if you ain’t scared to die; them kids’ll fuck you…pause/Rob your ass, i ain’t talking no massage/Get you gas’d, i ain’t talking no garage/Get you guessed if i ain’t into no menage/I’m a Christian boy, i hope you get the message/Excuse my french though, i’m really trilingual…single, heterosexual; meek like an angel
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