dem jus wona talk til i let dat
gat talk knockin waeker onez off... but i wuz
born a soulja, raised ta die a any tyme,
ride til itz ova...you will neva catch
NIAKESHIA cryn but only 4 ha ken folk
thoes past I cry 4 em, thoes here I die 4 em
Testifly and lie 4 em....
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Comes across loud & clear