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P. Soul on the track Yeah Uh, yo Hoes, I don't really love 'em Touch, but I never trust 'em Foes, I don't think none of 'em God, so they can't one up 'em Stress, parties, I duck 'em Work, records, I tuck 'em I been stackin', stockin', gifted, you would think I stuff 'em Me, from a different family tree It don't really want this shit Try to give 'em the light and they leave You hangin' like ornament, uh Shit feel like a tournament, look I'm in the race with greats, feelin' like Big, Born Again, uh I'm feelin' like Pac, do plot, [?], came back with my Boule Like she Haitian, uh That love is voodoo, yeah Y'all on that same shit See, that's that doo doo Wallet empty, pop, small pop, stepped, more [?], ooh Now I'm the man of the house, little juju Not only a must I come up, this shit is crucial So, I started spittin', rap battles on pickin' Letras de cancionesBystanders was like "That nigga nice though" Blew a red flag on they head, we aight though Only enemy in our hair was po-lice yo Live a movie, you could hear cut on your life, bro Niggas dread the thought of death, we don't wanna die, bro Just 'cause we colored, you got me twisted Try to watch my brain with fucked up conditions But I'm the champ who overcame Mentioned The Blueprint, I think Hova's name And thanks to beats, I numbed the pain P. Soul provide the Novacane Can't be my lane like Tory with no story You the least of my problems, like I'm beefin' with [?] Saved by the bell, no All of my bars prevail, you're stuck in jail Like nudes in the 90's, so much pussy in the mail Nowadays, my generation operatin' through feminine ways A dedicated emcee before I heard it pay But now, ain't nothin' free, dawg Need a couple G's at least fuckin' with me, dawg I'm ill, actin' like you don't see, dawg But you a wolf, I know your pre, dawg I'm on that ass like toilet seat I'm fly, plus I keep a lil shum shum like toiletries And I deliver like they order me This beat is wavy, I just came to test the waters Nothin' more to see From Letras Mania