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So, here I go, to school, worried to know
What was gonna happen, surely to know
finna get killed with spatula's in my throat
blood finna get spilled all over the floor
fair-weather friends aint got no time the wars
Its just me vs. the whole freakin world
I'm grown old enough with my back against wall
Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call
Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall
Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call
Mama bills piling up, her kid don't got no time to ball
All the 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall
I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall
I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call
That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball
You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall
Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball
Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall
My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall
A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball
Love for Hip-Hop Im like a nuke so big in the game of hiphop

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