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[00:24.82]I sold more dope than I sold records
[00:28.07]You niggas sold records, never sold dope
[00:31.20]So I ain't hearing none of that street shit
[00:33.66]Cause in my mind you motherfuckers sold soap
[00:36.64]Got rich selling hope to hopeless
[00:39.86]But I'm a thinker, methodic in my motives
[00:42.88]I motivate to put my niggas in the motors
[00:45.57]No woman, no child, no witness, no Jehovahs
[00:48.25]Like Scarface but it's God's face in that mirror
[00:51.48]We was made in this image dialing in is much clearer
[00:54.68]Scoring from the heist but I wanted mine purer
[00:57.68]Aryan, blonde hair, blue eyed like the führer
[01:00.84]The judge and the jury, the jewelry mad froze
[01:03.24]Water colors on my neck, fuck rhyming when you blinding niggas
[01:06.79]We ain't the same color clarity of diamond, nigga
[01:10.27]Nah, I ain't got nothing in common which is
[01:13.22]Pain in my heart, it's as black as my skin
[01:15.67]They tipping the scale for these crackers to win
[01:19.13]No reading, no writing, made us savage of men
[01:22.37]They praying for jail but I mastered the pen
[01:25.61]Descendant from kings, we at it again
[01:28.58]Just hand me the crown, I'm active again
[01:31.54]Everything that it seems, hear my passion again
[01:34.26]Was never my dream the immaculate win
[01:37.47]I was pissin' my shorts having rich nigga thoughts
[01:40.61]Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought
[01:43.90]Over night I seen a nigga go get a Carrera
[01:46.54]Two weeks later I had to be that boy pallbearer
[01:49.43]Young king bury me inside a glass casket
[01:52.97]Windex wipe me down for the life after
[01:56.42]Crack dealer living like a hoop star
[01:58.84]Black marble, white walls in my new spot
[02:01.84]Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
[02:04.73]Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac
[02:07.80]So I'm labeled the rebel, nigga get on my level
[02:11.29]We were born to be kings, only major league teams
[02:13.69]Chasing my paper, couldn't fathom my wealth
[02:16.57]Built a school in Ethiopia, should enroll in myself
[02:20.06]Got body and mind, food for the soul
[02:22.73]When you feedin on hatred you empty, my nigga, it shows
[02:26.55]Follow them codes, ain't no love for these hoes
[02:28.94]If you slip and you fall I got you my nigga, hold on
[02:32.13]If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on
[02:34.58]By the end of this song, can't be hiding for long
[02:38.09]I seen children get slaughtered, niggas' grandmothers assaulted
[02:41.00]Throw a gang sign dare you do something about it
[02:44.24]Fuck coppin' them foams, when you coppin' the home
[02:47.11]Cop a kilo and have them people on top of your home
[02:49.88]Follow the codes, ain't no love for these hoes
[03:05.67]If you slipping you fall, I got you my nigga hold on
[03:08.68]If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on
[03:12.68]By the end of this song, I got you my nigga hold on
[03:16.14]I got you my nigga hold on, I got you my nigga hold on
[03:20.41]If you slipping you fall, I got you my nigga hold on
[03:23.04]If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on
[03:24.60]By the end of this song, I got you my nigga hold on
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