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My body is cold, tattoos covering my war wounds A war soon fighting with prosecutors in court rooms Parole office run crosses we both bosses Track races betting money on both horses We so cautious no losses coke office Couple keys getting them shifted to the post office Presidential life style federal reserve Came a long way from when we used to pedal on the curve Push the pedal on the spur the level I prefer Tell me something have you ever seen a devil in the fur Account in Grenada , I'm moving like Albert anesthesia Joe Columbo holding my gun load Thousand alligators about a hour later And see me in the dressing room with a thousand dollars Taylor Plot on the death on surrounded by the haters And it be your own friends that pretend they wanna save you But I ain't sentimental or soft hearted I just listen to pain and glory where it all started Hell raiser even niggas in jail hate you Writing kites with broke pencil on stamp paper Niggas know me on the streets homie I ain't you Laughing joke like it's funny I'm still counting my money Surprised, motherfuckers already realized Know the cause when you fuck with a boss ain't no love loss Niggas know me on the streets homie I ain't you Laughing joke like it's funny I'm still counting my money Surprised, motherfuckers already realized Know the cause when you fuck with a boss ain't no love loss From Letras Mania