| Your a young man on your own now and its over.
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| Young man your living all alone in this cold world.
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| Come slap me on the wrist crispy weed in my hair cause its in the air.
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| Im in the line but I ain’t in the list. |
| The greatest rapper in my heart but
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| little wayne is shit. |
| I’m lightly slit. |
| But I’m still here. |
| Travel through the
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| trouble leapors. |
| Stumble the vestable the vegetable can’t move or tremble.
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| Easily assembled. |
| My assembly where these killas roam. |
| Revelations on the xp
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| cause nothings unknown. |
| Nigga welcome home to the Terra dome. |
| The truer bizzy.
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| He bitchen out. |
| So I stand for Zeus like baby I do it. |
| My little truents.
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| Keep a grip on realities vision. |
| My circumcision of the upper half heal the
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| local prison. |
| Local in prison. |
| My battles already won. |
| Still a Loser hanging
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| out he tryna be my chum. |
| Where is he from. |
| Throw the change at this local bum.
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| He picks it up and I’m like bang, def! |
| Give me some. |
| Watch satan run.
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| Your a young man on your own now and its over.
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| Young man your living all alone in this cold world.
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| I keeps the flavor for another single. |
| When I flip my middle finger this means
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| fuck Satan. |
| My brothers keeper. |
| Having meetings to better my papers.
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| What could be safer than securing my finances? |
| My tyranasaurous prayers got em
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| shooken like the cop’as tasers. |
| Al Rookie n my partners. |
| My Macedonia playas.
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| Sharpen up the razors. |
| Raising hell on these sucka niggaz. |
| Bomb ticks.
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| Like terrorist. |
| But my skills of attacking is off the rictor. |
| Uncle Richard,
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| where the water bed? |
| I need a pitcher of water like Barry Bonds is dead.
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| You heard what I said. |
| Better driver goes drivers read. |
| Stop signs wit a crops.
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| Violence on lock, red. |
| You heard what I said. |
| Confusion now the illusions dead.
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| Lead em intrude. |
| Its like suicide clean the shed. |
| You heard what I said.
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| Ready for war, ready for definary. |
| This ain’t a game no one to blame a play it
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| again. |
| Man what a friend.
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| Your a young man. |
| On your own now and its over.
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| Young man your living all alone in these cold world.
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| I just want you to understand and try to find a way to kill your hurt.
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| But its gonna be hard. |
| I ain’t gone lie to you. |
| I said its gonna be hard.
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| But I believe in you Young man. |