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forty four crome on the rolls (royce),
got the girls goin oh boy,
dawgs in the hood like i kno that bwoy//

fukalldat

shi, wutchu kno bout the road to succeed
been watchin moms pray every day, for my soul to keep//
how my pores done bleed, from hard work, endeavours to sweat to fin
basically blox wanna stop me,
sayin while prayin that im too messed to win, but im like hamma to fukin laggit to quit//
thorned horned foes try to slow my roll puttin temp in my way//
corner shop just got r0bbed by sum hoodlum bumrusher crook wannabes, while i was down and out now cops fill my house and wana put a spounge on my nut so they lie it's me//
fukit im ready to take to the sky, and excape while im ahead//
greed in the fam, puts defeat in the bag..word
never disrespect in the lord savior and stay tryna repent everyday//
i try to trus in this n|gga jesus,
but i grew up a screw_d up lil kid without vision or pops to beat us//
full up of bull ive gained over the years seeing gangstaz on tv, swhy all i see and need is me tryna cop this heat//
tired of talkin bout the good life wen all i see is me an ho0d lums//
get wedged in the lime light that never seems right,
till its late and all yo sh|ts tired, n|gga.



fukit.....



..........dungeon dome consealeth thy wisdom(your friendly neighborhood ped0file)