I got the subtext The rough neck statue, the jury factor in bone fractures sounds and images Got me scramblin like football Johnny (unite us) god I trust I don't need to get paper every time I Maybe, I'll do it for Now my wanna jerk me for my royalty I that's what you get for loyalty Life's a bitch, don't take the personally
Life's a "bitch", don't it personally a "bitch", don't take it personally Life's a "bitch", don't it personally Life's a "bitch", don't it personal
Beatch! Call me a advissery to bust cherry on a young berry Now tell me how much weight can your back And tell me how far you come now? I'm of all these fake rock b-boys who think they down Cuz they have a and turn they hat round call my sons, just call me Sam Recognize who I am boy, we fam This ain't the Sopranos, know I roll the Rhythm Cubanos And get McDonalds So get the fuck on before I you a tray And I drive thru the valley in my blinged up whip I fear no evil, pumpin full clip Cuz you ain't but a bitch to me By you'll be history
Beatch! Yo I motivate to my oral linguistic Mystical science, act up Bitches get slapped for a nine Catagorize me with giants I'm callin shots like my man Hern I can't mix your burn, while you your turn I get respect in hear, and that's hard to earn I don't do it for the paper, I got to burn My soul motivation is rock the nation Make a scholar, out of dust pation And all you drug addicts with your tactics You might go to if this hards really stick
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