Sportsmen

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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]

I keep my eye on the bread, while your minds on the worthless

I serve my purpose, nobody benefits on the circus

A lot of dream killers lurk, beyond that line where you dead or crossed

Success is on the other side

Fear is such a factor, and doubt is just another

Poverty is a mother to all the pain that we suffer

Word to dread evacuate missiles, explode your head

The code is red, it’s all fun and games until someone dead

I’m kicking poverty’s ass

Threw a couple bands to my mom and my dad

Think about the past and all the drama we had

Lost a lot of souls to the toe and the tag

So many wicked things niggas a do for the bag

If it’s just the life we lead then we couldn’t be mad

Should I get me a Lex or should I get me a Jag

Should I get me a 40 or should I get me a mag

Going through the dilemmas

I take a break soon come November, I arbitrate your body get dismembered

Im like a great land of lakes

Never gotta wait, ‘cause my name hold weight

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