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Produced by Streetrunner

N***as fake it till they make it then get tested for it
Claiming that their name's good, the n***a put a weapon on it
N***as lying on their dead and puttin’ heaven on it
My n***as live this sh*t for real and not just metaphoric
My n***a did twelve and never tote 12
On his n***as as he rot in a cold cell
Sitting in a whole jail, loyalty is a everything
While n***as turn their stripes in for a motherf**kin' fairy wings
They're living a facade when morals not involved
You hear it in their bars, their energy got bars
Could not compare it to ours
Don’t disrespect the gods, don't wanna be at odds
Have us clapping at your car
The lifestyles of hood n***as been through
Ain't no one size fit all, sh*t's too big for you
You be swimming in a drama like a motherf**ka
Begging for a lifeline looking like a sucka

You never hugged the block or was known for squeezing
Iron, you're so anemic a liar I don't believe you
My rhyming is so elite, but I am no elitist
I'm a smooth, street poet, the culture need it
My voice a reason, currently enjoying freedom
Location running concurrently, always scheming
Standing up when most stay seated
They love you when the rumor comes for you
Not to laugh or luxury
We built different, I've secured your structures, weak
I’m a silent individual
It’s obvious the pinnacle acknowledge as formidable
My dominance is considerable
Confidence in my lyrical performance incomparable
Highly pivotal like Carl & Lenny
I'm too skilled for you, short sighted
I got unrestricted views
Real recognize real, I don’t remember you
In the field where the pitchers and hitters move
Poverty's paradise
If you want it, I say you better think twice
Poverty's paradise
Whoever said it was nice

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