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Damn
It's like the beater just asking me why
Why I'm rapping to y'all, it's crazy
Listen, c'mon
My name mean a lot to me, pain mean a lot to me
Fame means nothing, but the game means a lot to me
I slang caine on these blocks for weeks
Ever since Rocky three, and the death of Apollo creed
I was a tiny little poppy seed
As grimey as I can be, as sheiesty as I can be
Niggaz live nicey, and don't understand the life of me
Other niggaz don't like me, and they wanna take my life from me
They don't understand I love it, and I like the beef
The raw, the guns, the violence, it's all right with me
I be laying in the cut where the sniper be
Righteously, waiting for you to get out the driver's seat
I don't think like usual people
Who think like usual people, who don't think right
I think like Muslims, in movements of people
Who move with they people and move on your people
Power is stronger than voodoo and evil
I'm immune, I drunk the juice, took a root from the needle
Still trying to figure out, why I do, the crimes I do
With the minds IQ of an Einstein too
Tell 'em, Cha-cha, and bon bon goo
They think I'm crazy, well I do too
Leave me alone please, I'm in my two three zone please
Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop me
It's crazy
Why
Why
Why
It's like my life keeps turning around
Every second I need a light, I keep burning it down
I smoke so much, I could nurture a pound
My thoughts is always foggy, they blurring right now listen, told you
I see the game for what it's worth, pain, fame and work
Girls walk with they brain in their skirt
So while you're fucker, they thinking of ways to get even
Or a way out the hood, they make up a reason
For the judge, and then they take you to see him
You wake up and face a subpena, that'll change your demeanor
So be careful, where you skating through this game
Remember it's other niggaz playing, skating in your lane
Don't get clipped, or stripped skating in the rain
'Cause niggaz will keep rolling, and skating on your brain
That's just the rules and regulations of the game
When you playing you, you playing, and you paying like you weigh in, so
If not, those wolves aiming where you laying
And they waiting on you patient with that thing up in the basement
That's why I walk with that thing out, when I'm pasting
'Cause I know these niggaz hate it, that their little sisters love it
And their girls really want it
Plus I'm frontin' twenty three
Big truckin, new Z
New bucket, fuck it
