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dear God why hate in on me they all hoes they ain't real streets jealous and envi cause they cant compete with me better get your money up if you go to war with me bitch world war 3 I'm from flint I grow up around some gs now down to the kings making plays is my thing Hold the championship belt up in the middle of the ring I'm a ball to I fall fuck all my enemies every day a holiday smoke in on the Christmas trees love turn hate can feel it in the breeze shout that nigga in his leg thin he dropped down to his thin I put 1 in his head and I turn around and flee got away Scot they can fuck with a g money and the power and respect is the key that's the way it got a be when you live in in the streets love life loyalty running all thorough me bitch I'm rawer thin a key I sit back and said wining is the only way for me I never lose even if the odds against me gangster hustler killers on my family tree