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Sit with yourself in a room made of gloom Part tomb, half wound, make a dead man swoon For the cake, you would take from the fake Of the sake of the mate, we was destined to wake Woke is a joke if you choke on ya trope You broke but your soul so low We throw hope on a hill, no skill burn will for the pill or the gram We lamb to the wolf or pig to the rig Get big or die for the piece of the pie Dope fiend, hope dream fitted Mind know just how to hit Fuck with yo' ID, stay livid Vivid in death, can't fit it Trippin' off breath, can't get it Grind, stay loose, stay with it Get more in this life like a white man chillin' on land not his No food for the kids, just lids on ya mind No time for the grind, no spine for the good Just hood for the likes and the wood grain hype That's light work pimpin' Roll with the sight, lil' man, no simpin' Buss with the stank and ya leg still limpin' No thank for the drank and ya heart stay trippin' That's soul, you tippin' while the packs stay flippin' Aus Songtexte Mania