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The street shit is catching up to me I don't know how longer I can go without the luxury Or having money come to me, this shit no longer fun to me I don't think it ever was, desert eagle black man Since I'm leather gloved, just to keep my head above What these niggas said was love Is just another way to keep me calm before they shed your blood And every pot hole on the road to riches Must have took a wrong turn they wonder why I'm so suspicious And why the flow is vicious, I went to hell and back Just so I can post the pictures Call a couple hoes and mistress, bet you duffle's on your shitlist I'd probably be the first name, at every rapper Who you think they throw the worst pay, me, fuck it I ain't tryina win a contest, but Ran's back in this game And it's sounding like a bomb threat I sent your ass beyond death, your shadow upon your mom's steps Run up in your daughter school, and rip out her prom dress Damn, I'm feeling like an animal, considering where I've been That's perfectly, understandable Surgically, I'm a cannibal, oblivious to pain I'm a don, you ain't gotta treat these indians the same I'm a king and I ain't never been affiliate with james Don king, I suggest you get familiar with the name, duffle Yeah, they telling me don't feel like this You can't tell me how to feel. Aus Songtexte Mania