| I used to pray to the Holy Bible I’ll smoke my rivals
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| I was focused on survival, drownin' in the open bottle
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| Henny and more Moscato, found me a new whore to follow
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| I poke her then bought McDonald’s, that’s somethin' we both ain’t proud of
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| Demons, they actin' friendly, play victim and act and tell me
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| They trippin' and actin' petty, I’m dippin' and that’s a Fendi
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| I used to pack a semi, wildin' off of 'gnac and Remy
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| Jacket, Pelle, ready to rock you if you actin' jelly
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| Sippin' Circoc with Jerry, them cowards killed Dr. Sebby
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| And Malcolm, not accidentally, we pop when his ass offendin'
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| Biggi and Makaveli and Nipsey and Pop already
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| My tars, they be droppin' steady, I’m ready to start some vetting
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| This shit depressin', I spit these lessons and hope you listen
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| If it’s a issue, address it so we can try and fix it
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| While they be rhymin' fiction and spittin' them lines specific
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| My poems are honest written, so they cannot sound malicious |