you said you was Gangsta under your breath, I held mine, tek 9, cut the bullshit bovine, do I look like I got time to vine, the only sign to make is 6, I'm from ATL around with Bloods and the Crips, all in, my poker chips, and the one on your shoulder, you acting like a pistol but you just my pistol holster, strap in Life's a roller-coaster, I ain't trying to brag but I really like to boast, grab a coaster, around me smell burnt toast, now the show's over, welcome to your roast, bitch I ain't ever been sober, but I'm so sobering so bring whatevers closer ...
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