| From ammunition decisions to choppin' game with precision
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| I’ve learned my inner visions maintain my insane livin'
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| My achievements in the eyes of an average person
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| Might seem inadequate, ain’t that a bitch?
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| I’m still loadin', dispersin'
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| Bullets in any direction my perception perceives enemies
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| Fightin' off infections best I can with old-e remedies
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| My life full of dirty deeds runs deeper than the seven seas
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| Come try to get this, I’ve been witness to things you’ll never see
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| And maybe participated, initiated and displayed it
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| To the public, yeah I thug it, acts of satan got 'em faded
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| Just the way that I was raised brought up in these final days
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| So far bullets only grazed this man of Yoc influenced ways
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| So fuck all the chitter chatter opposite of livin' fatter
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| I’m a keep stackin' and drinkin' til that liquor rip my bladder
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| Or a rival gets his wish and got me sleepin' with the fish
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| Whatever’s first that’s my curse, 'til then ain’t gotta deal with it
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| The way I’m looked upon? |
| ain’t nobody like Chaka Khan
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| That could love me better than myself so ya’ll keep lookin' on
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| I’m a continue my journey, stay yearning for better bliss
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| With a fully auto S.K.S in case I ever miss
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| It’s my life! |