no bullets to the chest cuz my vest will protect/ant nigga try and step my platoon'll put u to rest/ dead ur mission/ money was ur whole intuition / fucked wit ABM$ now ur caught in a fucked up position /should of sat back and stuck to the wishin----well/ it aint hard to tell my dynastys rising to the top while yours just fell/ cracked and crumbled /while my niggas crumbling cracks and pushin them paper sacks so pure it'll give a fean a heart attack.
whats really good nigga
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