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Uh
Yeah,
Pro-Deuce..
1, 2,
Check It,
You ever find yourself...
Havin' to battle yourself or somethin'?
Fuck it.. I don't know...
Verse One:
I've been a bad person,
I've been a good person only to let myself know how much that THATS workin'
I passed workin' a day job, I hate that
plus my ankle ain't even lettin' me pace fast
it's the
cravin' that gets me
like the flavour of pep-si
never stable anymore because I'm labeled a threat, see
I'm a sucker for that love shit, it sounds fucked, yet I've had too many women that just love dick
I rap life, not some thug shit, but I will do it, I just won't inform the nation of the stuff I went through, and I
got the same grades in school as you, as long as you were in the halls actin' a fool, or makin' some loot,
I make it the truth, cuz white lies they turn black
I'm able to move, there's no sense turnin' back
my doughs spent, I'm sure of that I'm in a trap
a cold person because nice guys finish last
Verse Two:
Shit, I been a nice dude,
I've had a nice bruise from fights when thinkin' I was right and still might lose
I only feel like writin' when I'm in the right mood, most of y'all be thinkin' what the fuck?
same as I do.
I make beats from scratch, or touch the record, I write rhymes from my heart or ones to mess with
your mind, the audience, your body and soul,
you find it obvious I'm probably rich and snotty as those
but I got a problem with a lot of shit like following goals
following hopes to make it, down to the pot that I smoke,
I wanna be makin' this music to reach out to all of ya folks
to appall and promote, focusing on knowledge I wrote, whoa!
I make it the truth, cuz white lies they turn black
I'm able to move, there's no sense turnin' back
my doughs spent, I'm sure of that I'm in a trap
a cold person because nice guys finish last
credits
released August 12, 2010
L. Archibald
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