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i know you aint hatin!
Raw rough and rugged, when addressin the mass public
My attitude is [censored] it cause [censored] love it Got a, chip on my shoulder the size of the Golden Nugget in Vegas And [censored] bein famous, I came to get the butters I came from the gutter, my success in this game is sort of like "Pro-jectic Justice," a payment for brushes with police officers, a peace offering From the Gods for the streets I was tossed in 'Til I'm deceased in a coffin I'ma be a beast on these beats, releasin early and often Please, your disdain for the brothers ain't gon' change the numbers It's the strengthenin of chain among us Please, we ain't afraid of none of yas, who want it with us? Ain't nuttin changed since the ninety-six summers, c'mon |
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