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Wake up! Now go and get ya weight up
And while you at it, tell ya happy friends put on some makeup
But don't you make up, cause' real niggaz never break up
We made divide, but we expanding just so we can cake up
To get our weight up but...
Nevertheless I'm playing checkers, f*ck a chess
So king a nigga as I continuously step upon your neck and I bet
You hear my heartbeat through my chest
It's getting heavy and I'm ready till my soul put to rest
So check the message
I'm speaking in tongues don't miss the blessings that I'm blessed with
I swear I'm the one, the spirit used me as a reference
Until I get guns to make you niggas learn the lessons
I teach to my sons, don't make me treat you like a peasant motherfucka
Get your "desi" motherfucka, this is war...
And I'm shooting hope you ready motherfucka like (Uh)
Go ahead with your tight ass skirt, I'll leave your chest two toned like a tie dye shirt
Might I smirk, and birth is a nigga whose cursed
He murders any motherfucka in the way of his work
A mission God put him on yet, never led him to church
I guess anointing him don't measure up to God and his worth (Yea)
How bout his pain and how it rains on a sunny day
See it's a shame how he's blamed for his funny ways
So take a look around, and look him in his face
And try to shoot him down, bet there ain't shit to say
Then watch that nigga rise and watch him take his place
The one who seemed deprived is now the one you hate
And as you see him cry because he reached his fate
He gon' let you die, just for his mother sake
Now what's a dollar to a dream?
What's funny is, you niggaz chase money but money leaves
See money never loved you so money done took your keys
To that V.6 that would of led you to your dreams
You assed out homie, try'na follow down that cash route
So cash out and watch me reign, calling me the cash cow
(Uh) that's made real
Steel toe boots that's red laced up is part of my proof
He'll never change knowing pain was apart of his roots
A man with depth, filled with rage, encaged inside of his booth
See he's a beast with a feast and desire for truth
And if he eats, then that street turn to fire click Boom
Drop low when that smoke get thick
And all that rich shit you spit, might get you hit
And if that miss, then that sick bitch might get you sick
And if that fails, then that slick shit you on might slip and land in hell let's rebel
flip that script is what he's yelling out his cell
Ain't this that bitch, that got me in here 'cause I failed
To be that snitch, my momma taught me never tell, you believe that shit?
Now as I'm rotting in this jail, I got a baby and his momma running 'round wild
The system waiting for this kid to have his own trial
He barely fucking eats and when he sleeps, it's for an hour
And through the circumstance this little baby still... smiles
It still rains on that sunny day
See it's a shame how he's blamed for his funny ways
So recognize he's a child, look him in his face
Then try to shoot him down, bet there ain't shit to say
Then watch that nigga rise and watch him take his place
The one who seemed deprived is now the one you hate
And as you see him cry because he reached his fate
He gon' let you die, just for his mother sake

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