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i see you looking, looking, i know i'm alil late, better late than never though, right?, bizzle, came in the game yelling "god over money" before i had a dollar on me, if i'm rubbing you the wrong way good you ain't getting no massages from me, i don't even expect much not even a fair shake, no love for me, if the root of evil is to love money you screwed the people for enough it, i don't care nothing 'bout the rap game i just care about the listeners, i just want to give them something better than the nonsense they have been giving us, all they giving you is gun busting, drug, money, sex like it's real lit, if you ever see the movie concussion oh buddy think of me as will smith, trying to hit them with the real in a game where the fake pays real well, get a couple tattoos, tell 'em how you kill niggas in the will sell, or maybe you is a killer and i ain't saying you ain't no killer man, i'm just saying if we took a body count i bet everyone you killed in black, so look at your people, go ahead face them, tell them you hate them, tell them how you take a black life quick like you able to replace them, tell them you know how your lyrics influence them that's why you don't let your kids play them, or say them, but as long as your check clear you don't ever plan to change them, it feels like i'm the only one that cares, fed up with the game, i'm i the only one that's there?, i know i'm not it just feels that way, it's a whole lotta money on the line now pipe down biz you can get killed that way, it's real that way, i know, know, know, know, know that they plotting on me, i can feel it when the dot is on me, if you coulda shot you'd have shot me homey, if you had dirt you would dropped it on me, so the only way to go is lying on me, only power you got is money or fear, none of them a problem for me, i know, know, know, know, know that you scared now, came up slow but i came up, what you ain't built up you can't tear down, and i ain't much of a networker 'cause i ain't really with the kissing up, i ain't here to make friends with the competition i'm in it for the mission, anyone can get it, really what i'm wishing, they would see the vision, we always talking about becoming a statistic, well let's change what them stats are, to them you are just a black car, they advertise death all over your tracks dawg, dis nascar, if you go against the money they gone label you a hater, it don't matter if you right or wrong you gotta be hater, that's the thinking when you're brainwashed, all about the paper, i become a stain you can't wash, asalam aleikum homey, yeah i'm from the hood too, i'm just tryna show 'em what they could do, push through, man sometimes i wonder if the hood knew, that god loves the poor, even though it seems work, he said the first should be last and the last should be the first, what jesus said when he returns will he find faith on earth, what jesus said when he returns will he find faith on earth
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Artist: bizzle