Motherfukkers can't rhyme no more, bout crime no more
Til I'm no more, cause I'm so raw
My flow expose holes that they find in yours Wasn't for me, nikkaz still be dying for whores
But I hate when a nikka sit back, admirin yours
Young blood you better get that, we frying baccars
without Hov's guidance I would of be dead of over a whore by now.
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