LYRICS:
VERSE 1:
Uh...Aristocrats...politicking daily wit diplomats...
I had visions, by 26 I could be living that...
The years I've given to the system, I ain't getting back .
Halfway home, from a motherfukkin prison rack.
And I been moving cautious...Nozzle on the gun.
Recovering from some...
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