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Yo I don't need drama class, I got the block for that Plus I know how to act, he split the pile with the knife from his back Word to me, bro, I thank you for that Hundred racks, no tax'll make me tilt my hat Need all sixteen switches just to lower my nutsack Don't cry my nigga, just bust back I hit your PayPal through the rough patch You drunk, then lay the drum track Frontal got my lungs black, but still, if niggas pass, I got to touch that Spliff hot as the sun, just look at what I've become Its [?] weighs a fucking ton And still, It ain't as heavy as my conscience son I'm in Beverly writing hustler poems, the hustler's poem Day and a half, I'm in a zone of my own I ain't even pay the bill on my phone I'm an asshole, depending who you ask though My only motivation is the cash bro I told God if it's real, show a nigga one sign I looked up and seen the California sunshine I hit my roach, sip some leftover Plum Wine 'Cause bossing up is in my bloodline One time is usually what you get [?] It's what you willing to accept Its no friends, just a bang before the darkness Letras de cancionesLet's talk about catharsis I know that I'll be good regardless Because again, in the end, I'm your man tough Long walks down the ave, big smoke all zipped up Its them against us, I'm writing until the casket shut Lord knows that I ain't had enough From Letras Mania