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[Verse: Monster]

...failure, pop made me rebellious

The nigga blew weed in my face, i wasn't intelligent

Poured liquor in my bottle, said I'd grow to be a model

But I grew to be hollow, learned to never follow

Seen cowards die a cowardly death, seen the good die young

And seen the old die stressed. Man, I'm probably next

Therefore, I wrote my will out, and realized I ain't got shit

Look, I'm bankrupt without a drink in my cup

Got baby mama drama, and my dog is a mutt (Grrr)

You can laugh, but nigga, ain't shit comical

Especially when ya money is funny, it ain't Comic View

We specialists who specializе on dead'ing guys

The TEC will spit, we wrеcking shit, so recognize

Niggas petrified, I suggest they died

Bitches mesmerized, dead presidential vibe

Legitimate, nah nigga, I was running wild

Mama's only son, doing coke by 100 Mile

An hour, no flour, this shit was powder

Sell x and pump raw, like porno stars

I'm the hardest nigga alive, no dead man walking

2 pussies with beef, equals a whole lot of talking

2 cannons with beef, equals a whole lot of sparking

No rules of engagement, put his brains on the pavement

Previously, I had close encounters

When the counters get too close, my close encountered hollows

Niggas swallow their pride, wanna reason it out

Hit his stomach, make him bleed out his mouth

Get the weed out the couch, roll a baseball bat

I'm Travolta with the holster, where the face-off at?

Keep a toaster, more bread than your neighborhood grocer

I ain't a pretty nigga, you don't want my face on a poster

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Niggas is bogus, I listen to old heads

Take advice from the wise, they told me bout fighting and slicing the pies

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Damn, youngin' you got an M16 and you 16, just bought mom the big screen

Brand new blue Buick LaSable, even bought your man a TEC-22 with the label

Tazers, razors, more materials, two jews, to kill a boss and general

Loose screws, the sawed-offs the minimal, scrap metal, scrap metal