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God gone sort these niggas out It's called divine intervention I been not gave a fuck, now I don't give a fuck more I been shot been persecuted by the law I got my own people coming to attack But this is how it go in the hood when your black Man this shit wack like a Joe Budden track And some would say damn Ave why you saying that He smiled to my face in my back spilled crap Pumped up to talk down who gassed that Jealousy is fake, seen boy do the same shit to Drake We both fuck women that he date When it comes to hoes he wears a cape I wear icy face but no time being spent on a bum bitch I'm a rich nigga but I'm on the dumb shit Hating ass nigga I don't fuck with, got my name in your mouth where the cum fit You a drug addict and a bitch beater Rap podcast and a dick eater Tryna see how my balls taste, ask your chick she in the Ville licking my face, nasty And when you asked about her she say Joe don't slap me You's a bitch dawg Truth is light, I son these lames Niggas won't get away with my name Troy Ave is hot they want the flame They careers down the hill I'm boarding the plane Truth is light, I son these lames Niggas won't get away with my name Troy Ave is hot they want the flame They careers down the hill I'm boarding the plane These dweebs called me a bozo from their perspective, Of course you can't understand a nigga that's getting this money when you broke It's what I expected Niggas be cold tryna feed off heat My foreign's get drove while they be on feet Mad as fuck, sad as fuck, callused up Times is hard life is rough No dice, mice, and a hoe for real its been 20 years since your record deal You need a dad or a uncle Phil, someone to say it ain't right to steal You cried in court like a fucking dill, pickle nigga you's a fickle nigga, You 44 don't mean shit lil nigga Fecal matter's eat shit lil nigga Talk to me about shit lil nigga, 'til you apologize to the guy, You robbed for a ring and money up by the point when he was giving you a cabbie ride Crack head you doing crowds like a brack head Crack head get on my top like a black head You the, general of general admission outside the club no bread to get in You go click to click, dick to dick Oh lil nigga I didn't forget, remember you was signed to The Game, What happened to the Ruff Ryder thing? I remember seeing you outside my show in the fucking rain yelling "yo Troy Ave you doing your thing" Niggas talk shit out the same lips that they suck dick Niggas talk shit out the same lips that they suck dick Why do niggas suck dick out the same lips that they talk shit I don't do shit you niggas is bi-bi-bitch Don't f, act like you dont remember nigga It was a problem, you was sitting in the back, with a bum ass coat on in the rain The stupid fucking face Stupid fucking Sesame Street face These dweebs called me a weirdo from their perspective, Of course you can't understand a nigga that's getting this money when they broke it's what I expected Listen These dweebs called me a weirdo from their perspective, Of course you can't understand a nigga that's getting this money when they broke it's what I expected I made you boy, I gave you fame Gave you allowance, gave you the game I let you rep, I made you gang, now its a shame you and Hovain Niggas ain't show up to the hospital when I was shot That means that the bitch made ingrain, so everything I done for 'em they forgot It's sad 'cause I really had love for 'em Was down to die and catch slugs for 'em But when your boy needed help I looked around and damn there wasn't none for 'em
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