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As I get comfy on the track
Rather fuck with raw, wasn't comfy with the crack
Yeah, never clumsy with the pack
That's probably why niggas so clumsy with them stacks
Yeah, so clumsy with them racks
Know I aim anywhere, so clumsy with them straps
Half a life sentence, a half on my lap
Plus I got half of the task on my back
And they ain't got nothin' but time, the fuck is that?
I'd rather be in jail than broke, this shit is wack
If chips the only word for you, dog, your shit is crack
Used to hide 'em up in my crib, the real is back

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Peel the top off the pot just like a lobster
Off white substance inside and it ain't pasta
Damn right, he know what he's doin', look at his posture
Man, we just happy you're back, nigga, I got you
What you got in your trunk sound like an opera
The way you stay stuntin' on niggas deserves an Oscar
You know I smoke all day just like a Rasta
And you know it's M.O.B., live like a mobster
Tell me how them project niggas live like the doctors
Studied them projects, niggas, we got our doctors
Yeah, the streets write a book, I'll be the author
Think I'll call in SLP, stunt like my partners

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Dear Lord, heavenly Father, please forgive me
Can't turn back on 'em now, these niggas feel me
Never dream of lettin' 'em down, that shit'll kill me
First year, the money was dirty, but now it's filthy
Dear heavenly Father, you know the real me
I used to hide it in the attic, half a mil' me
They used to get it in before the deal me
Now niggas actin' like I owe 'em, tell 'em bill me
Back up on our grind, we put the worst behind us
No direct eye contact, he might blind us
Get all every day of the week, so don't remind us
Street niggas, we be in the streets, that's where you'll find us

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