| Yo, they talk about me bad on the internet |
| But my pockets still ain't getting thinner yet |
| I'm infamous, I could never be a rap star |
| Nigga, I don't know you, I know your avatar |
| I don't give a fuck about what they sayin' |
| All I wanna know is what they payin' |
| I don't give a fuck about what they sayin' |
| All I wanna know is what they payin' |
| Too many brothers in the cemetery |
| Or locked in a tomb for selling dope bars |
| Yeah, I love them fast cars |
| Fast money, fast women, fast way to prison |
| Fast like it's Ramadan, Esham the bomb |
| I'm the son of son, illegal citizen |
| I guess |
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| It's cozy like a coffin when you get us in |
| I guess |
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| It's cozy like a coffin when you get us in |
| It's funny you can lose a lot of money chasing women |
| But you'll never lose women chasing money |
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| You ask me why my mind goes to wanderin' |
| And how can I be so many people in the meantime |
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| My homie down on his knuckles |
| But I hold him down like a belt buckle |
| We get this money, celebrate, demonstrate |
| It's all about Reel Life and never ever fake |
| Rob with your dog, smoke with your mans |
| Yeah, we making big plans |
| Fuck anybody in the way of that |
| I put that on my mama |
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| in fact I'm saying that |
| Too many homies locked up |
| In Detroit, too many homies burned the block up |
| They wonder how a nigga still alive |
| Survive where I come from when so many died |
| Watch how you talk to a king about royalties |
| The only thing worth value in the kingdom's loyalty |
| You heard what I said, off with your fucking head |
| Off with your head, off with your fucking head |
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| You ask me why my mind goes to wanderin' |
| And how can I be so many people in the meantime |
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