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[Vere 1:
Motherf'ers rhyme no more 'bout slime no more
That five pure cause I'm so raw
rocks till I couldn't climb no more
Became a hot boy the 504
of the p and the pies go forth
Damn free, I need a least five, four more
What you see you tell me
Walked in the first scene in Belly
Like let 'em in though, Timbs, leather trench coat
Mac 10, let the clip go, [?] where I send those
happened? Niggas been broke
[?] send you a napkin your kids toked
Bluh, bluh, everywhere
They jumped this caddy, back with bloods everywhere
of the Crown Vic, kept drugs heavy there
You thought it was '96, Jesus heavy here
Now I'm rich like ''look, boy I'm over
Trying to fantasy football with Hov and them
Pick another check, shit, I more than both of 'em
School my little bro, I look to growthing 'em
Yeah, now I just copped another
I just drove up the lot pushing another
My first stop 95th hit the butterspot
The feds got me on shit could get my mother hot

[Verse 2:
Military matter, on a mission, baby,
I put myself in position, man, it's a family
My pops blood in vein I got
So two things I can never do is and stop
don't understand the pain or the brain I got
They weren't there when them people and changed them locks ever
why [?] don't kill more
[?] and these niggas still slow
You still for real though, what you hear for?
Ain't trying to hear nothing till a bullet hit his
Can you hear me now, we
I got game and I should've an [?]
Live for my and I'mma die for my people
I'd go to jail for my people, I get mail from my people
I'd hell for my people, shoot it out with the devil
Then back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm about whatever
This for my people, how
Who don't want easy, that
Listen, I got you, I'mma it ratchet
Ratchet on me, ain't got no homies, my people, people
People, people, my life the
Wow, let off the 40
Ride that while I'm with
They gon to see you, it's evil

3: Oun P]
Money is the motive, got my on it
Come with triggers, see that floor, I put your on it
See block here, I grind on it
99% of waste lines, over here got nines on it
I switch grinds, I'm to get it every way
Til I'm eating like it's every day
Stay with a serious face cause I don't ever
Bad karma back in the days I ain't ever pray
I ain't with the trickery, t be trying to get at us
Beat you til my hands turn roast and grabbing a
No lights in the crib, red on the ratchet
balls on the block, but the 40's was only jackets
Before there was 3 of us on the mattress
Now there's 3 of us fucking the same
everything, I'm fucking the game backwards
Put more leaf in the air than St.Patrick's
I'm still rapping, of all
I'm doing this so my moms ain't gotta no more
take away the pain, it don't hurt no more
Was for wealth, but I ain't gotta search no more
The loyalty, where the fuck is that days?
Best friends is getting other clapped these days
These niggas really don't know how to act these days
It was when I was younger in my athlete days
Go outside, a little, you know, flirt with the shorties
Go outside now I see squirting the 40
Pen and a pad, I'm interpreting the
All you see is what a lot of niggas showing
So when the tour started a lot of niggas going
Now I don't listen to rap, a lot of niggas flowing
doing it for a while, now it's time to bring dough in
Humble, I don't or boast in these streets
But these white phones be looking like on my feet
I ain't get it from distributing coke on the streets
Got from putting cooked coke on the beat
...

4: Ransom]
Niggas know I don't gratitude
Look at this shoes, you can tell [?]
Street told by the resurrection of Socrates
Every I'm blessing properly, manifesting philosophy
Ghetto monopoly, how .. Oddisee on property
Deep as fossils be under the Earth geography
Got a lot to kin, no me, whoever is on top of me
Getting popped with three bullets, hollow, G
I'm a novelty to the rap minority, perfect
Paper like a lobotomy, the devil lurking of me
The ghetto doing robberies cause of [?]
[?] of me like the major arteries starving me
this day wonder where my father be
Pardon me, this is to me, life is a lottery
it to [?] like pornography
It ain't hard to see photography
sodomy, [?]
Got a license to kill Sean Connery
corner pharmacy harming these fake thugs wearing army fatigue

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