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i went from broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, like Luda imma buy a plan a boat and 6 new whips, grew up rough got a divorce ive been through some shiiiit!, still i stand tall dawg never did i switch, never ever did i quit, stayed Army Marine Seal strong, with my kids hugging kissin um loving um is where i belong a bond so so strong it cant it wont be broke no joke, like Jeezy i emerged from the crack smoke,im still alive deep deep still inside i find myself lost i still cry, ask myself what if i wouldnt have tried, what if i would have just died, ive been living my lyfe ryde or die, clean and sober day to day is how i get by, in the game i still maintain quit h8ing quit sayin my name, its a dammn shame i done lost so much taking so much in vien please dont test me or try my brain, some say insane in the membrane, stress and drained from the so called dope game and fuck boi lames,fake bitches sporting fake ass dimonds and chains, im a champion like mike j. wearing my 45 still hustling and trying to see more then 5 rings, K-Realla whats good whats Hood on the LowLow up to no good, still will pull it and bust only in god and my guns does i trust, still slang whole pies, keep it on the hush, badd bitches nothing but lust and busting a nutt, im coming through wide just like a mack truck, blacked out so you wont see me at night when i dump this 12 gauge pump, leaving bitch niggas still in they whip, all full of holes laying on the wheel all slummped, K-Realla, yeah real recongnize real, praying hard that Boosie badazz calls me and signs me toTrill, i know fam im worth a kool mill,whats the deal, famous cause my h8ers, now face cards on all the new rap cards, trap gods turned rap stars, by far ive been a star, now my future bright, h8ers still wanna shoot me but im still here still not outta sight, the high beams at night keep my dreams in sight thats why i hit these mother fucking streets at night, like Dmx WOOF!!!! get at me fams, ill be damned ya get over on me ask arond, Olympia my town, yall know how i gets down dowtown on th street is ome tpe of were a bous i can be found,carful ya come creeping riding round, im down to go round for round pound for pound, sssshhhh! quit please when i creep not a sound!!

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