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One here's come to the two
To the muthaphukkin three
Gangsta in me far from empty
I stay on fool quick to serve
All adversaries with tool
After I smoke you
Dump on you just like trump
Bankruptcy part two
From begin to end
I'm in it to win break all the shells
From fake *** storey tells enticing he'll
Got homies in the joint laughing well
Black and Latino nation soon to rebel
If a million stand tall
How can they put us all in jail
So I'll cast the spelling pen
Makin a G putting my nuts on ya chin yeah


Ya couldn't shoot at me
And not expect a come back
Fool I'm from the hard hood
So I bomb like Bagdad
Run for cover
Cuz Yosef kills like no other
Stuck up in a daze yea I'm in a maze
Feelin good cuz made a pay day with an ak
Like dilinger gun slinger don't call me ******
My images is bigger bigger
Like the sound of my trigger
Hates never loved us
***** wanna **** us
Can't believe in emotions cuz they hard to trust rusty me
Naw never thAt I just wanna see ya back tore up from my Mack
Eleven sendin souls to heaven
We can't talk *****
Not talking bout Tevin
So this is ya end send ya prayers
Cuz ya still gonna bend
With muthaphukkin nutz on ya chin

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