My mind is a heavy fist/ dealing with the pressure/ waiting for the levy splits/ fighting and shooting for the glory of men/ wanting to bang Gloria Valez to Big Pimpin’/ instead I was getting love fixes/ from hoodrat chickens to Can I Kick It?/ pitchin’ ducking thse cops guilty image/ my sky had its limit/ a ceiling with a glassy finish/ right where God didn’t stop to listen/ heaven was a gimmick and hell was my existence/ imprinting the game on weight benches/ writing the first line to my wake sentence/ I practically raped penance to be an MC/ then came the dirty deed/ a 100 grand for 16 bars/ like it was Ether time/ and I’m wrong for being the one with a cleaner mind?/
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