| Uh…
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| Right? |
| Look.
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| Fuck slaving for a low wage
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| I’d rather blow my brains, I need another way to get my dope straight
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| A drug dealer was my soul mate
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| Road to riches, flippin' birds, I always knew he had road rage
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| I don’t care if these hoes hate
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| The day I let you bitches get to me, Satan goin' feel a cold day
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| I gotta give God the most praise
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| And my nigga do too, I won’t date a nigga who don’t pray
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| Only broke bitches throw shade
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| I’m a snake charmer, use the money as a flute to expose snakes
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| My killers on you tryna locate
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| I they ain’t wearing baggy clothes, just turtlenecks and gold chains
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| All my murders is a cold case
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| All my niggas making moves is like a episode of Soul Train
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| I treat the music like the dope game
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| Pharmacy to fiends, before they get it? |
| They gotta pay me the co-pays
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| I’ma give them the old shade
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| Before a bitch cross me, she better look both ways
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| Wasn’t overnight, I got it at a slow pace
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| I just got on every single beat and I told pain
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| Did it ten toes, that’s two feet on the ground
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| My food for thought is like a cooked meal from deep in the south
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| The living room was like a bedroom, had to sleep on the couch
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| Opportunities knocking, I give it keys to the house
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| All I needed was a solid plug, huh, so I gotta keep a cord
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| Ain’t no friendly competition nigga, all I see is war
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| The Caesar of this rap shit, I gotta keep a sword
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| Got your favorite rapper blood, on this coliseum floors (huh)
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| God first, and I believe in a cross
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| Most niggas’ll have it all, but let greed be their fall
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| Took a shopping spree, I’ve paid the cost to bein' a boss
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| Check the bag, and talk was the cheapest thing that I bought, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fall Of Rome , by - Che Noir. Song from the album The Thrill Of The Hunt 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп