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When I was 19 I was given 2 options, abide by rules or stay hanging in them streets until you see action. They saw I was a wild one with a mouth like Iâm my daddyâs son. From college to GKV, almost like riches to rags except it was me. True story, I had to start from the bottom and find my own way, got used to the thrill of being free I decided to stay. Hated for my proper voice and pretty eyes, too bad no one told these snake ass bitches the quiet ones come back with surprise surprise. You wanted people to like you so u claimed to be from the projects, mad because I possessed that energy bitches and niggas could only respect. Officer officer crossing me was the wrong choice, donât ever forget I know you wanted a man so bad you chose prison love with a pen using someone elseâs voice. All I can see now is a bunch of bitches that loved to see me down. Iâd rather be down with solid people surrounding me while yaâll continue to be circus clowns. A roach and a bitch that stay high like gator, add baby T. rex to the mix now you got a crew that only likes to score. I like silly rabbits that donât pay that debt, the quiet storm I let brew for months or years but Iâll be back to collect and on that you can bet. Petty I am how slow you are to think this was over, your biggest mistake was judging this book by its cover. Too much sneak dissing you thought I wasnât paying attention, nah I was diggin myself from the bottom building an empire quietly while you stay stuck wiping them noses while I look down on you calling you my sons. You canât fake being real you already showed everyone your cards, by the way voice of a man boy did you figure out all your itching came from niggas only making your baby daddy dick hard. RAID spray attracter how you feelin knowing you flew out to get smashed but when you get home my man said heâll pass. Disloyalty made me savage and my get back hurts oh and he said you were a pest. Let me stop while Iâm rising to the top, baby T. rex and man boy voice youâre up next because bottom feeders like you the get back ainât gonna stop.
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