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you ain't gotta give me no new shit for stunting I'll come home and rock my old shit like it's nothing I was always poor so homie I'm not fronting sleeping on these floors I'm humble and not grunting back tied in knots what you know about these cops what you know about those late night felonious jobs consequences faced alone acrimonious thoughts tastes the anger in your soul and what the holiness brought brimstone and death smell the flesh you next don't give a fuck about you haters you just wasting your breath I twist it up and break it down afraid to say I'm not around I'm down pound for pound they loud brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr pow