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What YeaYo, flaws and fallacies of lifeMaterial items and shitBeware motherfuckersWord up, don't let it getcha, you know?This shit ain't nothingOne time, check him outYo, you live the life of a hustle Not sympathetic to a userMaking cats fast taking trips to BermudaElegant women, all lovely and feminine Houses with arces, and big pools for swimming inBig transactions, swiping all the actionDriving a Benz and Lex, you be like maxingJewels be on truck shitRims with fat clustersDiamonds on your teeth, shining shimmers and lusterousAnd God's hanging sideways, holding your head highCruising through a block, so you past a dreadsNow the dreads are looking hard at your face Mr. Fly GuyUnaware tonight their gonna do a fucking drive byGo home watch a sci-fi flick, with a chick, till10pm, now it's time for you to dipGo round up a few men hold a classifiedLetras de cancionesInfo inside, hand picked these nigga's you confided in the shippmentTo pick up quick, click off Clyde'sSeven numbers for you if their gonna demise A scheme of betrayalGuess in your valley you was higher then selfWork, short from another fly guyBy george i think he's got it Chicks gooms and lump sumsTrickering 5-0 wild to be like dumb dumsOne of the few never having a heartIssue was smart some ass with it Came to cash don't give a shitAttitude more money, and more moneyDog days bright, and more sunny4 in the morning drinking Seneca apple juice in the rent a carNeighborhood star, got riddled and scarredA lose cannon or cannonsOver famish foe, became shadow or did death and did (damage)Now I knew this kid true to lifeWord life, he preached righteousness and shitAnd turned to be a "Hypocrite" From Letras Mania