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25th Hour
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Ransom
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So how you make it? Surrounded by n***as who hate to love you (Damn!) You gotta be strong, takes brawn to break the bubble Shake the rubble You not status quo, they say you trouble Save ya puzzle, place ya bets on me, let's make it double Play with Duffle, just know what you dealin' with 'Cause God just dealt you a bad hand, and you know that he hate to shuffle Made to hustle, so what's this about, playa? You real or a clout chaser? You in or you out, playa? Not into idol threats, watch what you say out ya mouth, hater I wish a n***a would, but what's livin' without prayer? I outweigh ya, save all ya spinnin' the block talk 'Cause look, if you come to one of my homеs Catch a bullet runnin' that route, playa Wooo, I'll turn this sh*t into Al-Qaeda Brains gonе, you're a computer runnin' without data These n***as rappin' but without layers I'm a undiscovered L. Ron Hubbard, but only hell I covered Coke in the cabinet, you smell my covers It's all in my DNA 'cause in my cell I suffered (Damn!) Yeah, I used to take my mama's salt grinder That she took from a small diner, made it all finer Bought a vice grip, then put that press on that white b*t*h Compressed that into a tight brick, chopped it and step back (Wooo!) Yeah, I couple things I failed to mention to I grew up in a struggle, I had to be unconventional I was on the land, not the stand for that money and the power On the 25th hour Spend a couple grand on some grams, tryna get rid of this powder On my 25th hour Hammer in my trousers, lookin' for the cowards They killed my lil' bro, it's time they pushin' up flowers The 25th hour Yeah, and when it come to facades (Uh huh) I seen 'em all, 'cause ain't nothin' new that's under the stars (Never) I sold dope in church, yeah I did it in front of God 'Cause a n***a think that he blessed only when some money's involved I came with the Desert, that's if you want a mirage (Okay) The pain is embedded, that's when they want you to starve Like a body hung on the cross, I'm godlike Aim kinda funny, but so is Cartwright's Hit a n***a from far sight Order my merch and get ya cart right This from a n***a that had a hard life Sleepin' under a park light (Let's go) That sh*t cut deeper than a sharp knife A descendant of a slave, so now I'm whippin' that soft white I was on the land, not the stand for that money and the power On the 25th hour Spend a couple grand on some grams, tryna get rid of this powder On my 25th hour Hammer in my trousers, lookin' for the cowards They killed my lil' bro, it's time they pushin' up flowers The 25th hour
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