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In the hood, tryina make it out So what the f*ck they mad about Rappers in my city don't want me to make a route Jackers gonn jack so I'm prepared to take em out Leggers on the way and I ain't got a dime Just a choppa to my name and this book of rhymes All alone in the room with this crooked minds Watching rappers videos, knowin I can take they shine Can't tell me be patient just take my time I've been struggling too long, now I'm talking mine What good is being hot if ain't nobody nodes That in a room full of rappers I'm the f*cking coldest, yo Only, tells me some things I don't wanna know And I can't walk Tells me some things I don't wanna know I'm the f*cking coldest Mind over matter but the matter is, The fact that we live with no time to give Our fam, we throwing money at our kids They be starving for knowledge and I can see they ribs No ambition for college they sittin at the crib Selling drugs, prolly be the next getting killed On the block, it's 30 more just like em I don't pawn to them crackers, come and re endite em Chain smoking, blunts, now they searching for a title That you earn in the wood cause you shadow rifle Guns make niggas feel tall like the eiffel Till someobody shoot em down and they body's die for f*ck a magazine, you need to read the bibble With the preacher stealing money for his own survival Or maybe I'm just taking notice That in a room full of rappers, I'm the f*cking coldest Only, tells me some things I don't wanna know And I can't walk Tells me some things I don't wanna know I'm the f*cking coldest.
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