| Yea
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| Once again coming for the game
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| Who can stop me now?
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| First and foremost, I’d like to apologize to the public
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| For allowing y’all to endure (Sosa)
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| All that watered-down, over-proofed thug shit (Sosa)
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| See when you in the inside looking out
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| It’s hard to see the person on the outside looking in (Sosa)
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| Let me express myself
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| The first bars I’ve ever spitted I scarred the game
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| Since then all the jewels and the cars done changed
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| Had to circumcize the snakes, disregard their names
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| So when i spit now, I involve the pain
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| Convinced every religion that the God done came
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| To me, it’s '88 and I’m as large as Kane
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| No need for spotlights, trying to dodge the fame
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| Already got lice so why try massage my brain
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| BBS’s, clustered up carved in my chain
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| Freezing the same flesh, once i’m dead and desolve in flames
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| Honor the name, Sos' love drama the same
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| So all y’all claim to be realer niggaz, calmer than came
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| Hear this
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| I’m unemotional, my eyes is tearless
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| No regrets, my only threat is that I die careless
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| Catch me, fuck sales long as the streets accept me
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| It’s respect before the money if I’m on correctly
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| Vet status
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| Crown Sos' the best at this
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| Holla, this hot shit be the next classic
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| Yea
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| Now let’s begin |