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Uh, I ain't gon' even lie I be having things on my mind all of the time That I think I need and I be knowing that I ain't gon' even buy I'ma probably just rob and scheme Man, I'ma rob you in a ride so clean I ain't even gon' rob you blind, nigga, I'ma rob you seen I'm from a far side, no side you done seen Y'all slaves to y'all own mind And I'ma just play apartheid with your queen Mean, I ain't gon' even lie Yo' bitch badder than a bag full of new cash of that rare tender Ever since she got that new ass that she been draggin' Fam, she done been The Last Airbender Coming around here in them yoga pants Fuck making a pass at her, I'm past that Man, that bitch could have my whole advance I might even have to go against my better judgement Say fuck it and hold her hand, damn, I ain't gon' even lie Sunflower seeds the only time you probably see shells fly Violence be right in my driveway, by a nigga mailbox I don't know why I keep I ain't gon' lie, man, I don't even tell lies Niggas be claiming that they bleed loyalty Niggas be saying that they come from royalty But who are you? Who are you? Letras de canciones Yo, look There's wisdom in my words but some men can't see it Thinking they gon' find the truth in that shit they reading My pen stay bleeding, this the pain from them days I spent sitting next to moms in them N.A. meetings Knowing she gon' smoke again, first of the month We was rolling and by time the fourth came, we was broke again So the dope man fed us, we gram sellers I'm more Manual Noreaga than Mandela They want me in a jam like I don't know no damn better Crammed in a three-man cell, skimming through fan letters Like what the fuck I'm doing here in the first place? When all the weed burn out, I'm in my worst shape I think I'm cursed, wait, damn Brand new pistol, I'm dying to take that bitch out like a first date When it's my turn, watch the game get shifted My brain the sickest, so every line pain inflicted My brother went out like dark-skinned Jermaine, I miss him He had a bullet with his name in the chamber, sitting I hang with spitters but really got my name in kitchens So I do it for them niggas with that same ambition This the part where bitches and the cars get faster The richer these rappers get, it's like the bars get trasher I'm the wrong rapper niggas wanna target after I'm like Bob Backlund mixed in with Marvin Hagler The butcher Niggas be claiming that they bleed loyalty Niggas be saying that they come from royalty But who are you? Who are you? From Letras Mania