| Bloomberg wanna change New York gun laws
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| Rockefeller fucked up all of the drug laws
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| Alot of people hating on artists from up north
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| City at a stand still I’m here to unpause
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| Hometown haters don’t support oppose
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| Them out of town niggas come through and get sucked off
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| They ask how I knock my stuff off
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| I tell 'em niggas everyday I’m hustlin
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| Like a I’m a young Ross
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| Never been tough you was cut from one cloth
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| It must have been velvet cause you dumb soft
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| Can’t squash beef once a nigga get bumped off
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| You’re sweeter than duck sauce
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| I couldn’t give a fuck if you lost love
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| Once a couple shots get bust off
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| We lost blood and you said it ain’t no love lust
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| Your man said it’s dead so you taking your gloves off
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| Your man can’t tell me what to do that’s your boss
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| Cheerleader it’s cold so I keep a hand heater
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| My quarter water pussy change in your man meter
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| Take me I promise you you can’t beat us
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| You club pop up I bring the chopper up the amnesia
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| You not strapped but you claim you’re holding
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| So when shit pop off you be laying frozen
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| Then you wanna claim everything that’s rolley
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| Living off my fame so your fame is stolen
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| You playing kid games and in game we growing
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| Put shame in the game so the game exposed her
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| The things that you claim it’s insane I told her
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| So shut your kid playing man this things is chosen
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| You hate what you ain’t controlling
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| You a scumbag, your mother should’ve named you Trojan
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| I got my weight up they was talking Unity I
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| But when they had me running star they had me ruger me stop
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| Perpetuating frauds claiming that we poo when we not
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| Like I ain’t hear your stories when you got your jewelry pop
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| They call you by your first name you cool with these cops
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| You never feel the high one, but you soon to be shot
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| Since I was 16 man I used to shoot on these blocks
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| Duba duba we had the whole community locked
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| So when I started buzzing they already knew we was hot
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| Open them doors and the opportunity knock
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| I show my son the knowledge so he understand daddy
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| I teach my girl the wisdom so she make her man happy
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| My baby girl got my eyes she be starring at me
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| I let her know I’m too young to be a gran daddy
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| Man my wisdom is strong I could lift a carone
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| Quick as the glitch of a star drift as the ways of a lock
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| As I sit with the gods I see you sit with the frauds
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| Scripture my songs to show how dangerous these instruments are
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| You can hit with the drums, man a rhythm is hard
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| The high hemic you high flesh you can hear the guitars
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| My brain cells is jail ink pen is the yard
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| Such a prison with bars I got some visits to mom
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| You brag about getting head from a chick ass minor
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| You don’t brag about ruining that vagina diner
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| Lyrically inclined, spiritually divine
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| Mentally designed to leave you blind
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| It was meant for me to rise balistikally I grind
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| Third eye, trilogy the eyes epidemy wise
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| All you women beating guys is quick to meet demise
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| Could meet the mister meet the crimes
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| Just to see you dine
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| I’m pulling mm’s 9's physically I’m fine
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| I got my weight up in that chimp you niggas seeing size
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| Throw nigga be inside to pick the bee behind
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| I’m seriously surprised you killing me you guys
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| Try dissing me at times but victory was mine
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| Backstabbing motherfuckers sticking me with knives
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| All your trickery and lies with misery combined
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| No history of mine can’t finish this without |