Correction Paroles Home Game par 38 Spesh

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Interrogated cause my jail record
But I don’t know shit, bitch I’m airheaded
Understand that the cops got fed methods
When you was locked, they gave you a beer beverage
You was there desperate, got your years lessened
For a fair sentence, answering their questions
Now your peer’s leverage
But Ima leave you for the paramedics
And disappear like your bitch hair edges
Cross country, mailing cash
Good dad, I’ll whoop my kid ass if he fell in class
A1 cocaine, made me hella cash
Sell it fast, you niggas got trailer trash
You not that well in math
That’s how your clique fell in half
You a boss with a jealous staff
How long will a felon last
Selling birds, my life deserve some type of telecast
The judge got dates to lock me
But I was upstate eating steak and broccoli
That mean you ain’t got what it take to stop me
My dining room table in my place Versace
It’s new 38 nigga take your copy
On a date with a bitch that can’t wait to top me
Lost weight, moving on the interstate was sloppy
I’m straight long as I communicate with papi
I faced atrocities, devils is watching me
I tried to move at a lower lever velocity
Was taught to set schedules properly
I built a monopoly off of these intellectual properties
I got rich off my own name
Interstate 38 that’s my own lane
I still pay 38 for the whole thing
And bring it back to my city like a home game
Trust!

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