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Yo You could never see me with the dough Driving down the strip I’m headed to the studio cause I go You could never see me with the Flow I killed him on a track he never made it to the Show I didn't mean to kill him but I had to let him know that if you f*ck with me you probably Never see your kids grow And that's fasho smoking dro at his funeral I’ma light it up fast but I hit it real slow You can never stop me when I'm on a mission and I wake up every single morning just To feed the children Everybody looking at me crazy cause they know I'm wit it let me take a breath and I'll Finish in a minute F*ck it I'm gonna be the one to bring the ruckus I'm gonna make you sick to your Stomach You’se a motha fucking puppet Everything I do is for the public I'm the motha fucking count and my wife is the duchess Second verse better than the first I didn't mean to shoot him I just had to see if it hurts See what happened was I'm chilling wit the cuz in the cut and I shot him in leg just to see If it works Hunnies in the club I don't care if the flirt I don't care for a dime or what ever they worth I'm an asshole like a ten pound bag of dirt so what does that mean for everyone that's Living on the earth Do not get it twisted I'm no mother fucking angel I will put you in a leg lock like Kurt Angle When I killed the game you know I had to hit it at an angle now there's bruises round the Neck like the mother was strangled Killing everything that's in my path if you f*ck with me I guarantee you probably won't Last If this is what I gotta do to make it to the cash I’ma curl yo ass up and I’ma throw you in The trash This is what I gotta do to get up in it every day I'm winning in the city of the sinning While I'm chilling with the villains we just gotta get a feeling If you raised on the east but Your hands in the ceiling Let me be a boss like I'm destined to be All I cee is money when I'm whipping in these Streets East Side LV Suade Swiggiddie Gee I be Drinking hella lean rolling nothing but weed You ain't a killa like the dude Gee Suade Don't trust no hoes don't give-'em leeway I just racked a couple bodies when I popped a couple mollies smoking weed getting Head swerving down the freeway I be eating beats for lunch and the gun comes equipped with a pack a punch I don't rap for money I just rap for fun and if you want the beef I could bring you some Wait till the end when the song is done I won't smoke you out cause I don't have none But if you listen real closely you can hear the homies in the background singing low-key Smoke me a couple of blunts don’t give a f*ck we just a couple of cunts up in a rut I just fucked me a couple of sluts up in the butt now I know what it takes for me to get a nut