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Ladies and gentlemen, our boy is back And the block is boilin' Not the pot but the block Commando, commando The general, I trust you, my dahtor It's time I show 'em the archive Uh, time I show 'em the archive My hard times come from thoughts on apartheid DNA mix, okay, huh, okay I'ma rally the— (Woo) I'ma rally the troops, yeah I'ma rally the— (Woo) I'ma rally the troops, yeah (Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin') I'ma rally the— I'ma rally the— (Uh, uh) (Rollin', rollin', rollin') (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely) Time I show 'em the archive My hard times come from thoughts on apartheid DNA mixed heartbreak and war cries PSA this the year they all die These rappers falsified I grab my 4-5 no time for niggas like Diddy told 'em, no Kim, I'm hardcore Letras de cancionesYeah, my heart cold And yeah, bitch heart broke but it's no biggie I let her get on the dick and she ride that shit then I'm on road This life of the rap star dangerous, but everybody wanna be nigga rich And everybody wanna take a nigga head And feed it to his people in his village shit 'Fore I was ridin', see my drive always had no ceilin' And still have yet to hit the Benz dealership Keep it a hundred, gotta own it, never rent the shit Countin' arithmetic, from this rhythmic shit I told my cousin that the drum will outlast the gun He copped one and he put it on the end of it That parul-pum-pum-pum, the newborn king At your door like Jehovah witnesses, look I came from no Christmas' One burger, me and brother gotta split the shit Hustlin' for a crucifix Chain gang, Usain, gotta move it quick New day, new game, but the rules don't switch If I do assist, you better shoot that shit Gotta open your mind, just don't lose that shit Got a scope on my eye, so I can view that shit I'm immune to the fumes of the fraudulent These niggas talk, we come 'round hear an audible I'm in that Audi with mags like a article One Two, Squn Tzu, bitch, this The Art of War We on guard, on God like I been rollin' (Ooh) I will show you (Oh) I been lonely (Yeah) I just want you (Uh) I been rollin' (Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin') (Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin') I will show you (Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin') (Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin') I been lonely (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely) (Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely) I just want you (Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin') (Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin') Used to throw hands 'round Stewart lane Way before nigga tryna clone me, no Gucci Mane, uh You ain't sayin' shit like Pootie Tang, niggas move stealth, I advice you do the same I'ma rally the troops, yeah, I'ma rally the—, yeah I'ma rally the troops, yeah, I'ma rally the—, huh Shoutout my dawgs tryna make change Deep down niggas all goin' through the same thang, uh Re up the bag, tryna maintain Hustlin', just to spend it al in the same vain, uh I'ma rally the troops, yeah, I'ma rally the— I'ma rally the troops, yeah, I'ma rally the—, uh [?] From Letras Mania