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I write lyrics in a book. its two separate verses. |
| I'm tryna come up in a cesspool of garbage so eager to gain attention im ready to harm em no street cred no compton or harlem close to new orleans, but a lil more north where we all smoke new ports and still ball on courts smoke, go to jail again and again for the crime rate we in the top ten aint my point to brag just lettin ya know where im at no street cred but i still walk the streets n dont get attacked How bout you give respect when its given to you you testin the wrong one, just like a fool who dont gone too far, you dont know who you are if you talking to me, look at me not afar stop being a coward lookin away with disgrace i destroy you at any pace and anyone who wanna run in my race O.K dont let me get carried away let me reiterate what i was meaning to say respect mother fucker its the only way |