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Wake up everyday
So you can see my freestyle at play
Dont got nothin' to live for
Yeah, I'm broke, I'm poor, but i'll become more than you are
While I'm looking for some more weed
You'll be spewing on some speed
Everyday is a messed up thrill
Taking so many pills my stomachs beginning to become ill
Lifes fucked up kinda like getting hit by a mac truck
And you trash me, bash me, ill kill you, hash you put
you in my stash, smoke you, and ash.
You can't come up with any better lyrical attacks
Caus' I come in mysterical acts
I'm like a monk, hooded and got weed in my trunk
But I'll smack you so fast you'd think your brains fell out your ass
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Whatchu know about me, oh don't you worry bout me, I'm ok money in the bank, livin that simple life homie go catch em livin in the passion nicca smoke ashes
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