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• Written by AlbizuX
Its all about a dollar
Who told DAT lie..
Its all about pride
Selling drugs
N fuckin some dimes
Just early today
I had to run from onetime
Trapped in da ghetto
Toating a medal
Risking my life
N deres..
Cuz If I'm gone
Who's gonna provide
Stay clear
get in da way
N u might die
I got a lot to loose
Babies to raise
N a lot to prove
I've been patient
Wit a short fuze
Put my self into ur shoes
But ask ur self
Would u do da same for meh
See me bleeding to death
Would u bust them things for meh
Hommies is fony i trust Allah only
All of them showed me
Most of them didn't kno me
But strangers did
Dats about as strange as it gets
Wen I needed a place to hideout
May God bless dey house
If I get locked up
Who gonna send me a kite
If u see me getting jumped
Who gonna b willing to fight
I've been real
From my worse to my best
From da south to da west
Right to da place
were my herss will lay me to rest
Atleast I'll die wit honor
Only DAT I kno
I'm not ah studio gangsta
Ima gangster for sure
N its not cuz I wonna
don't want to b a gone-ah
Dats not a soldier
My mind is much older
Organized like grownup's
better times have shown up
Feds can't break me Or shake me
Dey just roll up
Six felonies
got my rapsheet tore up
Dats why I b on da low
Workout n bulk up
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AlbizuX
Member since January 13 2015