YeahTimes is torn as it isThat's why I got guns, and my guns got kidsThat's why I be goin' so tough on them hoesI play my own hand, I don't shuffle or ******** wit a *****, let go ******** wit some hoesHear them bitches screamin' like they stuck in a holeI am not a deamon, but was once a lost soul'Til I found myself a block away from the cross roadI have, outgrown the fishbowlAnd I'm on my feet like a ******** insoleYeah it may hurt like a ********' left noBut it's "******** the world", like a ******** nymphoAnd we spend dough, cause we make moreAnd I make sure, when I say soIt's Jay Rock and Weezy, need I say moreCloseline the beat tear, DB I say flowYeah
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