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Ay wazuup.

.Getting my paper up

I aint made enough!,

I get paper till I get papercuts!..an then I take my cut,

I take it brake it up,

an now im smoking on dat dangerous,

......i cough brains....now i got sharp pains in my pancreas,

i finger fuck the nina till i maker her cum...then aim it up,

I don't shoot..for the staaaars....I send bazookas to maaars,

..I Finally got my shit together like im movin tomarrr

...Fuck u....an whoeva wid u involved,

a bitch u a braud,

im liftin u off

wid missiles i launch

n bitch u disarmed?

Never POP'd nuttin?.....no CHILDREN at all,

.....call me Wilson cuz IM BALLin on an ISLAND

an im dialin...on the phone...wid my homies tryna fly em in,

the private jets

on full...an them hoes all piled in,

they always go down.....like no muthafuckin pilots in it,

Hope im botherin u fuckin coward biches,

Make u take a dirt NAP till a muthafuckin flowers RISEN

count ya blessings laawd...i feel god im my ambience

im positive

.....im hopin that the lord.....has acknowledged my accomplishments,

but listen up,

my bitch BAD as HELL an ima sinner but!...

i kno at the end i wont wander from the right path,

A past so dark i make the light bend,

.alright man

..........but now i got Christ im enlightened....so......get the light wid gawd(God)...

an get right wid gawd(God)...

......before.......ya lightswitch off....cuz life is short.....................cweed