Ah shit. Ah, this the intro? This what I need right here. Oh. Motherfucker don't realize. It ain't easy to do this shit when you fake. It's easier to do this shit when you real. This real shit right here, I mean that. Some of y'all niggas gon' be in the studio doing one song for four days, motherfucker. And then shit like this, that nigga Elzhi make this shit look easy, man. [?] of hip hop right here, my brethren. This shit hard. You know what's crazy, man? When you listen to music next to somebody that's mustier than a motherfucker, dawg. Music so good you don't even move. Thе more I listen to this music, the morе I feel like I ain't about to go do no dumb shit. Ssh. They were just plottin' to Rob family dollar, nigga. They was just sitting over there in the car body. They don't know where you come from. You don't know my block, dawg. I grew up broke eating cereal outta ashtrays, nigga. Shit was hard. My sister was my momma, nigga, she was four. Fucked my baby sister twice, nigga. This one bell out. Had deers coming to your car, nigga, eating churches chicken. That's when you saw pigeons eating pigeons, nigga. I remember going out to the zoo, weren't an animal in that motherfucker. Detroit shit, nigga. Big-ass sign said ferocious lion. Looked in there, took all the deers. Put Ben Wallace wigs on 'em. Ah, it's that hard shit, nigga. Thank you, Elzhi
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