Chyea I may be new to this text-cee shit, but I just believe in sumthin'
You actually thought I hustled man my words don't mean nuthin'
When it comes to real beef, I'll cook you up in a few seconds
No gats no bullets two fists and an angry rage that you'll reckon
This cat ain't soft, his heart has already turned cold
Bout' to murder another faggot who been told and been scold
I ain't wunna dem English boys so please don't get things wrong
Don't take me for who I am, I'll explain myself in my own songs

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