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Intro 1
Em
A
C
Em
Yo,
Verse 1
yo, rewind back, it's a fact
I wasn't employed
I was trappin' in the trap,
duckin' the boys
the customers annoyed
I kept them happy with a pack,
bundles of joy
I been a rebel,
flippin' I'm so dope
I tilt the kettle, skip a level
I don't quit or settle
Clappin' sideways at these clowns,
twistin' metal
them niggas dead you,
disrespect you
Come to think about it,
When I go to step, I ain't finna wrestle
Yeah, you might connect,
I know some niggas on the East
who still do next tells
I hit em on the bleep,
They kill you while you sleep
A million dollar loan
couldn't get you on your feet
Don't let this rappin' shit fool you
You come up out your face
then it has to get crucial
I'll crumble your chin
Then you gettin' boxed out
like you under the rim
never was with the pen
Got your baby mother yellin' why
you fuckin' with him?
I had a man already I'm just rubbin' it in
it get a little tricky
This is a full contact sport
ladies and gentlemen
It all boils down to winners or losers
What side are you on?
Yo, J .R., what's up with you?
I used to grind crack
We'll wind back, you can see
I'm strapped and I'm
always ready for combat
If it's beef I get the heat
and clap at your LeBron hat
you like the linebacker
And crack you over your head
with a bottle of cognac
I smoke so much you can smell my
breath and catch contact
rappers get petrified
Cause they bugs,
and I'm a thug that spit insecticides
my pockets extra wide
And I push a lot of weight,
but I don't ever exercise
but they ain't on a diet though
The crack gang dying,
but the fiends still buy it though
I supply the snow, I get a lot of dough
Em
C
And I'm a pimp, nigga hide your hoe
You
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