People done pushed me, shoved me, hated me, loved me
Left me to handle shit solo when thangs turned ugly
But shit is all good, cuz I'ma remember tha name
When the hustle takes tha number one contender to fame
Bar after bar, I bomb intense flows
You'll always be number 2 like common pencils
You niggaz betta cut wit that greedy talk man
Cuz when my clips is spittin, its not on your cd walkman
I'm focused, on tha grind, bout to make this money
Blood, sweat, n tears is in this, try to take this from me
I'm gonna kill, if I have to kill to feed my family
If this rhyme shit don't work out, I got weed as plan B
Verse after verse, I'm sick, don't try put my nikes on
Gotta problem wit my values or beliefs, write me calm
Cuz if you explode on Jerzey, you might be bombed
You can diss, talk shit behind my back, but hatred pushes me
Gets me amped in this game like I just swooshed a three
So hop off my dick, damn homie, what a pain you are
I came too far, my brains too scarred, you shoulda heard
When I spit bar after bar, verse after verse, word after word...

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~Jerzey~
As I'm Blessed with
Tha best gift

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Holla at cha boi