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Featuring a.g. o.c. ghetto dwellas
[o.c.]
Even if the chosen one's frozen inside ice
I still rise like the spirit of christ it's all right
I'm a let you niggas know i'm still nice
With this voicebox made of gold larynx priceless
What the fuck y'all niggas thought?
I done seen niggas sold and bought for what my ancestors fought
Was taught to drop jewelz (word life!)
You will respect mines or else feel the fragments of gunshot shells
I will rock well for the rest of my days on this god-forsaken planet
Splitting niggas wigs like i'm slamming 'em on granite
Niggas can't manage whether jamacian, hatian
Dominican, white, or spanish
Fuck all that freestyle shit, i think shit out
If it's coming from the top, make sense of what you're talking about