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I came to get down get down Look at you f*cks can't f*ck with F Some say I'm devil sent I came to get down get down Front and get shot down Your whole high blown now Can I eat can I live can I do the d**n thing All I pray for is richest but how can I get it When I'm surrounded by haters snitches and dirty B*tches with death wishes all I need is cream It runs in my blood stream my n*gga fetti castro Take long toaks of the smoke yup I see the streets Be watching and eyeing me tryna see my next move F*ck'em all h*es still call me a dog Foes still want beef cause I do me my homie passed me the Ox Said box cut'em to pieces F is a beast yall don't want the bandit To release and give you a may knot or a new york swinger Or better yet I call in them goons them universal set trippers With them loose screws or better yet I call in them goons Then universal set trippers with them loose screws 2 I do me to the infint I'm tired of this sh*t I get money to the end so f*ck what you heard I'm still in bloody timbs dirtys dems still ready for war Still I have no f*cking love for w***es Still I got haters hating me so eat a d*ck with your beans Really F don't mean to be mean but I can't do you I can only do me so how the f*ck I'm fraud a** n*gga I'm the running rebel some say I'm devil sent I'm caught up in some evil gems that's why I roll You f*ckers don't know that's why I stay on the road To the riches F be playing the low I don't know about yall I done been hoping in the OJ with front fetti to many hood spots like N*ggas made it hot like n*ggas can't shine in the lime light I dare you dudes