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As a rich man's gaining more weight There's a poor man looking for a plate Numerous times for my life I've been petrified Thinking if I'm fighting for a plate Someone already ate, If that's the case then there's 1 way about this Putting all of the rich on my hit list Got 15 dogs filled with hunger with nothing 2 lose We're turning up like the bailiffs In my town, people wanna do suicides They're all feeling so dead when they're still alive, Like Woah, how does that work? Round here many questions still arise! Can't really buy a house when your money's flat, They wanna trap me like a mouse, starve like a rat Like Woah, can't have that, Martin Luther didn't die for that crap! On my life, I will never wife a hoe, A hoe's when she tries to finesse the bros, Just know if you smashed one of my dargs Keep it moving don't ever think I'm involved Don't wanna be another nigga rapper talking crud, Cuz I'm much wiser without the bud, But In this world where there's full of injustice going, I'll do an opp dirty with no mud Let me slow it down for them Let them catch up This my favourite part right here I know See the pain Say I put a man to sleep Do not Fear no-one Die on these forsaken streets I know you see The pain in me So mind what you say I'll put a man to sleep Fee fi Fo fum Don't fear don't run It's do or die on these forsaken streets I know See the pain Say I put a man to sleep Do not Fear no-one Die on these forsaken streets
Writer(s): Ann Ruane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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