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First thing first, you gotta die a couple times see the fire in my eyes the fight in my spirit the flames in my soul I aint like them other niggas ima soldier to the bone I'm talking to the core, i was born like this my mother was a shooter so you kno I won't miss no Time for the games I can't function with the fuck shit pray my Dawgs got me if a nigga ever slip I was counted out a couple times lost a couple bags again I done relapsed I'm back in my bag again releasing these demons nigga you see pain I'm in turn it to passion no acting smashing on everything don't want no burial service just recrown me a king I'm in that paint body for body getting fouls for a dream cut the head off these snakes youll die for trynna scheme look at the Stats they never match I wonder why this seems a injured chris paul VS Mr. 23 Kobe or Jordan in and out of prime I'm still a beast I pose a threat snatch ya neck now you can rest with ease that's on my daughter I'm sending orders I'm royalty a trench baby from the slums surviving what I do wispers niggas want ya head ya better stick and move earn ya stripes when its tension nigga can't lose sending shots welcome to the block this pressure smooth it ain't my trauma bringing drama I just had to grow all these tats on my body bitch it ain't for show all these wounds on my skin generate the glow I'm fighting battles back to back stronger than you know a dope fiend with the booth addicted to the flows niggas and bitches be suckered and you kno how that go I never trip on how these niggas send threas through hoes cause I be 10 on 10 regardless if it's smoke

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2 years ago

First thing first, you gotta die a couple times see the fire in my eyes the fight in my spirit the flames in my soul I aint like them other niggas ima soldier to the bone I'm talking to the core, i was born like this my mother was a shooter so you kno I won't miss no Time for the games I can't function with the fuck shit pray my Dawgs got me if a nigga ever slip I was counted out a couple times lost a couple bags again I done relapsed I'm back in my bag again releasing these demons nigga you see pain I'm in turn it to passion no acting smashing on everything don't want no burial service just recrown me a king I'm in that paint body for body getting fouls for a dream cut the head off these snakes youll die for trynna scheme look at the Stats they never match I wonder why this seems a injured chris paul VS Mr. 23 Kobe or Jordan in and out of prime I'm still a beast I pose a threat snatch ya neck now you can rest with ease that's on my daughter I'm sending orders I'm royalty a trench baby from the slums surviving what I do wispers niggas want ya head ya better stick and move earn ya stripes when its tension nigga can't lose sending shots welcome to the block this pressure smooth it ain't my trauma bringing drama I just had to grow all these tats on my body bitch it ain't for show all these wounds on my skin generate the glow I'm fighting battles back to back stronger than you know a dope fiend with the booth addicted to the flows niggas and bitches be suckered and you kno how that go I never trip on how these niggas send threas through hoes cause I be 10 on 10 regardless if it's smoke

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