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Product of the dope game Mama wanted no pain, papa wanted cocaine Papa smokin' pot over the pot, over the stove flame Dollar short from acquirin' no change Started out with no shame, to ridin' 'round in Mulsanne Tolerance high, feel no pain Cotton mouth with guys who got the code names I remember nodding' out, too hot, just watching' Soul Train Now I'm yachtin' out the boat brain Hunnid thousand dollar gold chain Wife done got too pricey for a Cadillac Too icy to be fightin', too godly for a battle rap Too nice to be in cyphers, too deep for moderation Too free for exoneration, and seekin' validation Young, black, receivin' salutations Product of the dope game Mama wanted no pain, papa wanted cocaine Papa smokin' pot over the pot, over the stove flame Flier than the sky, I am the pilot of the soul plane Writer of the 'pyro, I was a writer way before fame All y'all dudes is cyber, I come from the bottom right by the soil right where the rose came I'm too private to try to expose lames And I'm too violent to be ridin' with those thangs Letras de cancionesI'm too shady to be neutral, these artists try to divide us If I go Kendrick Lamar, the world gon' watch the "Control" change I'm way too vicious to ask for my respect I'm way too Michelin for the dissin', man, listen Even mindin' my business I deal with entire sets Always on time to collect, like the IRS Product of the dope game Nostril full of cocaine Violence over dyin' over war games Die here and get choked, lames Die here in the choke chains Advise you in the full, mane, Siamese, your whole Fram How can I be washed? I'm havin' shooter, rifle thoughts Suicidal thoughts, I should be writin' these rhymes in the diary of Cobain Beat him 'till his Bible lost Beat him 'till he dies and then beat his body 'till we revive 'em And his po's came Where I come from, I tell the jokes and you the joke Where I come from, I sell the dope, you do the dope My brethren, I'm not a legend, I'm not a vet Do not address me as second, I'm the best You niggas always sleepin', I'd rather stay woke They say you are what you eat, but I never ate goat I went from straight poor to shoppin' malls And Wraiths blowin' gray smoke Dialed in like conference calls Strapped up like Waco Playin' Hov, Friend or Foe Lost friends like Ross and Rachel In the road, big bro was a criminal Give you L's, gimme O's The only thing that look good on paper to me is Benji's, ho My sobriety's been more faithful to me than these hoes Never compromisin' my intellect for the Internet Just send these goals in the rose How the fuck this nickel-ninin', Yes Man When 24/7, I stay in the no 'Fore I hold a grudge, I take a flight to Paris 'Fore I spill blood, I drink a pint of theirs I don't age From Letras Mania