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Balboa fighting in the last round, tap glove Sudden death, over time shit, no coming back cuz Sniffing on the powdered dust, eyes wide, make sure Your shoes tied, we're running from the reaper in a homicide Street's Disciple, legendary Nas shit Chopper down, move quick hop out the cockpit Snakes on the plane, hold guns, they on some cop shit Too late to make friends, son is obnoxious Respect taken if niggas don't wanna give it I close my ears to stories if you ain't live it Half these niggas in the game cast reflections Of Pinocchio, halfway thugs 'til we address 'em though The weak shall perish when walking amongst the realness I wrote this straight from the heart, so you should feel this Lie detectors on Maury couldn't reveal this Who's the father? Many of us busted off Hot dogs in her face, she wiped the mustard off LES for a leather, the shit was butter soft Dome in the stadium, quit because she love to boss I'm an outdoor speech giver, the podium killer Nobody realer but God and that's my nigga I walk with angels and toast with demons Two sides to the Gemini mind for different reasons I was born in the middle when nature was switching seasons Bang, zoom to the moon, you chilling with Jackie Gleeson From Letras Mania