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Cezar Sawuce

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You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female
No bail
Unless she my wife, I did a fail still stressed
Doing time
Dropped into, this life a crime
You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female
No bail unless she my wife, I did a fail Still stressed
Doing time dropped into, this life a crime
Don't listen, cuz my vision blurry
Ain't trying leave in a hurry, ain't trying scurry
Seen people die over money, nothing funny
Blue prints for making money
You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female
No bail
Unless she my wife, I did a film Still stressed
Doing time, won't stop until the doughs mine
My cousin Jamanoor, got me through the road life
Seen so many people drop, so I drop tears
Most of them no longer here
These past years that I gone by
Fear that I may no longer live a proper life
See my own pain in my mind
You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female
No bail
Unless she my wife, I did a fail still stressed
Doing time
Dropped into, this life a crime
You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female
No bail unless she my wife, I did a fail Still stressed
Doing time dropped into, this life a crime
My tears drop, forget cops
Never forget to hold back when my time comes
Witness so many high ones
They aim the sky, and buy some
Being in jail, got me no mail
A live in hell, trapped in a cell
No one to call, waiting for the bus to get transferred
Hoping early I don't leave in a black hearse
Still waiting for a dispatch, only to get dispersed
And my cursed going ill
I could swore on my life, they don't care how I feel
And am i going ill?
I could sell my life, they don't care how I feel
You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female
No bail
Unless she my wife, I did a fail still stressed
Doing time
Dropped into, this life a crime
You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female
No bail unless she my wife, I did a fail Still stressed
Doing time dropped into, this life a crime
Don't listen, cuz my vision blurry
You can see my vision, they had me on the television
So many bodies are going missing
So people are killing innocent bodies
Streets got me running from the bobby
They trying stop me like the poppy molly
And will it ever stop, I just blame cops
Never stop and stare, I couldn't care if I bust shots
Cut rocks, running food into the blocks
Until feds run up in the drug spots
No wait kick off the door
Waving a four, yeah I been poor trying to get rich
To get rich you have to do mad things
You got dreams to be a rich
The street born hustler, this ain't your average

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