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If I could go back if I could attack and recapture that of which happened in fact I woulda never thought in a million years I woulda bought that stupid sob story, like it or not/ pull out the glock, emptied out the whole block, I told you mother fuckers someone would get shot/ so now I got the cops on my ass foot pressed against the gas thinking this next breath could be my last/ this no joke, psychos'll go for your throat and won't ease up while they're pullin the rope/ it's so obvious like footprints in the snow, how couldn't you know they were plotting on you right up under your nose/ they went to grab for the hose closed both airways of your nose, and no nobody knows/

Where you're at, you sold your soul and you never get it back/ I'm catching flack from all these activists when I rap, let's look back, if I was black I would've sold half, I don't have to graduate from Columbia high school to know that/

So gimme the order I'll spray Em

Ain't nobody safe from, nonbelievers

There ain't none, I even make the bitches I rape cum/ I'm waiting for Em to say sum aye make the bass pump for old times sake I spit it straight through this is take one, the moment you're waiting for ignored.