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Its not ay ay ay ay turn the lights down a little bit turn my mic up a lil bit yall ready yall ready here i stand a grown ass man all by myself a grown ass man a young nigga with some grown ass plans don't point fingers you don't know that man you dont know whats hard you dont know whats pain you aint lookin through that scope you dont know its aim minus all the videos stickers and flyers most of these rappers are they can't help it they'll turn round tell ya same lies to ya face guess them ral niggas in fantisy lane i cannot wake you niggas up you must be dreamin ya shit aint addin up you aint what ya seamin ya niggas is outta order like soda machines Young Jeezy keep it colder like soda machines ya aint never seen them pies im talkin so much white it'll hurt ya eyes i really lived it man countin so much paper it'll hurt ya hands from the trucks to the rental to the grey hound bus the same ol shit an adrennalin rush i tried to tell the people that the streets is watchin same time beef same cuz them peoples watchin two hundread thousand mix tapes later from the strees of the chat to the hood to the gator same young man made a killin with the snow turn right around and made a killin wit the flo whole city at my show they recitin my words i guess they like the way i recite them birds prolly go to jail for some of the shit that i said realist nigga ever done it breathin or dead TRAP OR DIE NIGGA |