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• Written by user960176392
It's funny how people judge or laugh at me
Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy
I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket
Acting like you real or something
Respect still there but ya boy's right here
Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
Cause I’m going out with a fist raised
I promise to keep it honest
Take the beat and make it a carcass
I pray the Lord my guns to keep
Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured
You feel it from your head to your toes
My crew Survive reincarnation after I’m dead
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
I'm a dog Yeah, Yeah I rap harder
Revelations say you either fry or fly
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
You can end this verse premature
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
Don’t you ever get too comfortable
This nation's peace sent here to run you
Wetter than a swish and I never miss
Let me go like this, ready for whatever
Got me shooting at a ghostSome call me crazy
Eyes never lazyG.E.D-ing on the daily
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user960176392
Member since March 28 2017