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MY LIFE IS TRAPPED IN THESE LINES, THAT'S WHY I'M PACKING THESE NINES I GOT A RAP, I AIN'T DYING THAT'S IN THE BACK OF MY MIND GOT A STRAP MADE OF IRON, CAN'T RELAX ON THIS GRIND. BENDING OVER BACKWARDS FOR THESE SLACKERS TILL I'M SNAPPING MY SPINE. NATURAL HIGH, GOTTA FOCUS ON THESE BUGUS POACHERS LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER PROOF GET IT POPPIN' LIKE SODA. HOLD UP. WE NOTHING BUT SOLIDIERS. SLOW UP. THIS GUN IS LOADED. ROLL UP. THEY BEEFIN, WE LEAVIN THEM COLD, DUCK. IF SLIM SAY IT, I'LL SPRAY IT IF HE WILL IT, I'LL KILL IT WE KILPATRICK AND ILL AT CHE 'DETROIT YA'LL CAN FEEL IT. RELAX THIS GUN ON MY WAISTLINE AT WAR WE DON'T WASTE TIME NOT AT MAGIC AIN'T TAKE A PUNCH AND 50 CAN TAKE 9 WE GOT SCHOOL CRAFT PERIOD? 7, 8 AND DEXTER I'M UP IN HOLLIS SPENDING DOLLARS AIN'T FELLING NO PRESSURE YES SIR YOUR TEXTURE IS BITCH BET YOU YOU FLINCH WHEN PROOF SHOOT UP YOUR COUPE AND WET YOUR WHOLE CLICK.