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| we use pot for pain/ futility
wit' no pot to piss, no ability to pay tha minimum utilities penalties of a menace on a hustle you wonder why ex-cons always rushing? that's cauz we only have a minute to accomplish something/ b-4 we be wanted or punished they don't want us wit' money our attitude depends on tha moment our lifes attitude, "live for tha moment" we die cauz it's not a thing called a careful rebel can't be fearful of metal in yo' melon i live where men dealt wit money, power an violence in posses's/ women dealt wit money sex and gossip so men deal wit men an kept women at a distance, when dealing bizniz/ cauz violence and gossip don't mix rooms cold, s'pose to be groomed for a cold dude smoke good witta dude, close to you, he smoke you!! STEADY MOBBIN' u say quittin'is common sense but common sense is not common/ we only listen to Pac now and -then listen to shots now, and-then listen to sobs now and then, shifting cops now and-then listen to rats tell now on-them picture the so-call go-hard embrace them, it's a epidemic/Enemy is like nobody i'm the enemy,nobodys like me so in the process nobody like me live to 30 unless he did a bid for murda, or murdered git hit wit the silver, it's no jobs once you hit 30 you either re-cede, no mom i'll go ball on di route to gettin' paper since my paper route stacked a different type a paper so i put them papers down/ besides i'm a man,i'll look you in the eye a sucka always look side to side so I steady mobbin' |
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