it Dealin' with their managers and program directors And even though I try not to stress it Sometimes it feels like a waste of time and not worth the
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that want to see you Four hours till show time, oh well I might as well check in the hotel Get a little rest before it's time to play Ten brothers standin
'm not the kind to give you a call To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 If that ain't enough, sit down till we're done [
Since you've been gone a lot of things changed We came up getting real money off of 'Cain Enough shit, whole team eatin? off of drug shit You like a brother
Let me wave a Virgin Islands Flag, Cuz if I dont Rock Cities gon get mad Im so fly that, Even when Im not on an airplane Homie I be still getting jet lag Thats just a little
comin through will not stand a chance From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale Comin deep from the depths of hell I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin Rough enough
do And now with the war, I can tell they're a little shook up 'Cause just a few mother's sons will never really be enough Not 'til half of our names
They try to take advantage of a nigga 'cause I'm black They lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back I got a little problem, so I'm writin
world's lost it's brain I sip away on the liquor and drink away the pain For the brothers who ain't here Pour a little on the floor son Time to get a little
whose who now a days And all of our love we be showing They might not be showing the same type of love back Matter of fact they might not be in there
hit and get sent to the other side You lose both sides of the coin So me I play the hood baby not in the groin Mama got a little church I could join
the type to love them And leave them for no reason, I'll be out the door I don't catch feelings 'cuz my heart is cold See, I'm that brother that your
not easy, that you?re so hard Sporting gold tone Z?s, not credit cards Got clout turn ?em out, you got bitches You say you?re not fake, but I?m telling
to write A rap that'll cap like a true blue rap Not a washed-up almost MC sap Little girls so fresh and I know you are Wanna take a little ride in my
get you, you better get crunk Here we come to get you, a little bit more crunk Here we come to get you, you better get crunk Here we come to get you, a little
had to pray And give myself away Did you think I was man enough? Yeah Did you think I was smart enough? Yeah Did you think I was strong enough? Yeah
