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My city so real out of wish they was the king of it
While the government shut down on their own, that's I call self destruction
My young died on the streets hustling
His suffering, wow
He didn't live to one day walk her the isle
I'll his place, I'll be there in a suit and a smile
She don't gotta thank me, your was brave
He would've did for me if I was in the grave
be sabotaging
Disrespect you on a and call it blogging
All up in the
They say ''he was supposed to rap from the nonsense''
Fell short, food for thought, we are starving
He's good, his bad, that's his installment
He think he better his own city, that's preposterous
a problem my involvement is from
Brooklyn to Harlem, depend on me to solve it
Hiding behind a major label
Swims in of liquor, alcoholic
his neck out like an ostrich, he a moving target
To the on you bastards
I die put a street sweeper in my casket
And close it, let me lay there with the ratchet
Yeah, dust to dust and to ashes
So the snake who killed me could in laughing
By the grace of God I'mma up blasting
Acting like you built, you'se a up has-been
I dress with a gun talk
I'm a monster, [?]
I spit Most Wanted bars
My willpower got will than a hundred cars
show these niggas how to deal, just cut the cards
You'se a cocksucking broad,
You got you wanna get off your chest besides your fucking bra
throwing hints, throw shots, confront it, pa
I don't got drama with none of
But I you niggas kill each other, I don't like neither one of y'all
You can go try and get you want involved
Tell 'em I'm a problem that they can't fucking
Acting like you really thugging hard and crons
He thugging because of
put the battery in your back, now you think you a fucking star
Hit you on the back and blow the battery out of stomach, pa
Who died and left them in
Carried so many hoods on my shoulders I need somebody to give me a
Selling jars of weed if he pull out jar
Fuck hugging the block, I'mma have him God
me and your heart won't live to beat another throb
My gun got fired so much it needed job
I told you in Alphabetic I was at large
My whole burrough be bucking
You can't to Coney Island bumping niggas, you bugging, pa
You ain't just pads, nigga, you bumping hard
time make sure you know who you bumping, pa
Most of my Coney Island niggas'll leave you on them bumping cars
Stop saying you get a nigga who front and rob
I don't care if you won't, I would like a lumber
Every time you see the we come to rob
with a barrage, regardless coming hard
Hit harder than Bernard, we parked in garage
Your broad's in a menage, hearts large
Your dogs is docking, dodge us, your squad is job
Arson grand lancing
Bars of pardon in front of
Carve a couple
Harlem, some parts of
Way the Bronx and from
Cradle to coffin, a fatal abortion
I'm to off 'em, Brook'
Now I'm the [?] hard
cross the reservoir
Dog, see you at the next mob, the son of