sweet

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, sweet!, and still there's pain, if i would have grew up to be a doctor, my nephew would have grew up to do the same, but since i grew up through the game, and my influence is the same, and my therapy is music, they ask if you ashamed, and though i wish i could separate, two things, i cannot, so my answer to you remains, i can walk down the hall or mirrors, in versailles, and be so satisfied when i look a myself in the eyes, no shame, no sir, just big boats and tearing the coast up, tight coup like i'm wearing the roadster, for any coup i'm bear hugging the holster. hov, alright, alright, and that may not be, what you call perfect, but, but it's my life, the life, the life, the life, once again it's the life, so i make no apologies, crooked policies, so a g a nigga gotta be, we playing for property, no monopoly, so i'll pass go and let my nephew follow me, they say the child shall lead, so i take it far as i can, and then we shall see, shall we dance with the devil, for a beat, i pray to god i ain't got two left feet, do the hustle, put keys in the street, then i'm ballroom dancing, ke-ke'ing in the suite, sweet. bb's on the feet, tv's in the seat, enemies on the creep, it's so corrupt, soak it up, it's a lesson, never fuck up, one day you're up, next day you're down, long as you stay the same, it will come back around, i'm even better, i'm eating better, best thing about it is, my niggas eating together, with each endeavor, we reaching levels, niggas ain't seen in like forever, i'm hyman roth i make all my partners rich, i can vouch for you, if you ain't a part of this, so pardon me as i pave my wrist, as i parlay my chips, hov!, alright, alright, american gangster, ganster, business like i'm white, but i'm not, i'm just bright, so fly with no fear of the flight, so if y'all hear my plight, and if you think you can make it this far without a fight, couple mistakes here and there, not always right, but i'm always real, that's how i sleep at night,