| Hook off
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| Yeah
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| Yo this is for the niggas
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| That’s killin theyselves
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| Put hits out on each other
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| For the fame and the wealth
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| Got portraits of black devils
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| Reveal theyself
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| That’s so genocide shit
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| I seen it from before
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| I seen it with my third eye
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| That rap took a fall
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| Yo my spirit got involved
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| Souls were turned demon
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| Women got infected
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| And burned by the semen
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| I seen them posted up
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| Drunk on
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| On they forehead
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| Was a mark that’s no good
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| Brothers act like taking life
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| More than making life
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| The lord had to take away
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| Their hearing and sight
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| Like come on man
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| Hating on don
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| Cause I shed light
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| I just war with the mic
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| I’d like to be more effective
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| Brothers should respect it
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| Forcing rap to get rejected
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| Hey yo I’m still alive
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| But you pro’b I dead yea
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| I’m redline, sports bra on the red ‘vet
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| I’m in the money race
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| A honey race
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| Is what you dummies chase
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| Choppin chunks of
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| Up on my brother’s plate
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| Bookin stacks at a lovely pace
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| Hustle on the boulevard
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| Cause I trust in god
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| When I hustle hard
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| This rhyme time
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| Tryna bubble like hot lard
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| It’s crime time
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| And we slime
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| You poptart
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| You rock hard
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| Like zero
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| Layin berettas
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| Stash boxes with and cheddar
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| My plan clever
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| A damn terror
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| Like al zackowi
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| Like scarface
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| Instead i’m blowing pounds in cali
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| Like baseball
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| I rush you know if you foul me
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| Shell cases and numbers down
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| Try to surround me
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| Too much luck
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| Can’t pick it up with the bounty
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| My head’s above water
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| But they tryna to drown me |