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i really come from a lil broken home momma strugglin to pay bills had to make it on my own i got the devil in my fuxkin palms what to do i made a move how i get slaughtered on you think you got this street shit down but you dont know the road he dont know the code he fightin all behind lil bro he dont know that bro drop dimes on the low on go he a rat he never lived this shit by the code im high as fuck right now let me collect my thoughts reminiscing on the good times that are now lost a memory fades to black when u left in the fuckin dark jus let me speak to you right na jus lemme get this across i put all my love in a bitch for days fucked it up i cant even count up all the ways dont even speak to me roght now i jus wanna get paid i need to move on butshit ion en know the way bumpin music grindin on the telle if i get collect calls ima answer aint no maybe ya i hold this shit down who gone pay me im a menace to the city yea i know what a pity aimt nobody show me love when i was dead broke i can count on one hand all of my bros id mever lie womt testify to no damn judge im more hunna then gunna i bring the sledge on you cant write this shit bc im dead on