Nigga this that raw shit, that organic flow you probably see up in whole food If I ain't have so much to lose, I swear to God I probably beat up and choke you Quit your sleeping, I told you, "this is a mutha'fuckin' journey we finna go through" You done fucked with the wrong dude, ain't no telling what Hopsin is gon' do, creepin' up on you Plus I needed something to get my buzz up I ain't keeping this shit on the hush, hush Till you turned on me homie, that's fucked up Man, this is tough luck, see a couple weeks ago we was budsĪnd the crew that was killing shit was us I'm the one who made the company all the millions, now you got problems to deal with You know this is that real shit, how do you figure who built this, huh? Nigga what the fuck? (Nigga what the fuck?) Homie I made you rich, paid your rent (damn right)īiting the hand that was feeding you, this shit don't make any sense
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