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i laid this funky rap track forrap fame hope it remain a favorite my fomalated thoughts fo hit masterd lyics forconstuced fo sucsess and yes its fresh wouldnt settle for less i contest noone had a thing to do wit it they wasnt with me shooting in the gym theyre were tears i see so i keep jewles and wanted smoke and war make them bitches bleed.heads decapitated on the faces of death plenty of crys crocidle tears but without fear we keept it moving mafioso Glocks and calico's they froze you not cooking keep your hands of my stove you can go i will flow we may have to compromise to grow and show up this was told to reacher am i my brothers keeper yes i am but the carter got infiltrated and got shut down was it g money or better stop fronting and foil the plan it ntwas the pretty light skin nigga got shaned otherothein the hand a million dollar a week business down the dain you couldnt top me orr set me up or do me scotty aint beeming you up you realiz on the enterprise thats a dead motherfucking pokie brew im out before i let go rip peace to frankie beverly and my dogg lil Wayne thats tuucci.