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Hey yo its one for the money and two for the dro/
Halla at the doe boys, let em all know/
Hey yo I'm grimmy and crusty, rhyme style rusty/ smoked crack once, now nobody trust me/ low down, waking up in a gutter/ with a dare sticker all up on my bumper/ wait stop the track, pitch shift the vocals/ b**h n**s and locals, OK now bring it back/ all my songs talk about is weed and crack/ but it still make yo gramma wanna lean and snap/ damn! I'm going to hell for this or need some help for this/ or sent to jail with no bail for it/ arrested in seconds and put cell so quick/ my repercussion weight will make justices scales just tip/ who ever heard of the sh** yaypes speak/ someone going to jail off some mixtape beef/ oh now I'm going to hell for doing nothing wrong dude/ naw n***a I'm good god loves ma songs too/ and thats
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Hey look I used to have a job and a 401 k/ then I drank a Steel Reserve and went borderline insane/ the more that I would drank, just smelled like endo/ insurance fell through, job went out the window/ now I'm in the streets and them people give me dumb stares/ yeah its in the morning but its happy hour somewhere/ ain't nothing compared, 20/20 mad dog/ Cisco, endow all that sh** mad soft/ I'm twisting the cap off and drinking the potion/ 211 mascot, steel reserves spokesmen/ and I got a couple perks on the side/ plastic hubcaps steel reserve in the ride/ ight, they think I'm mad paid and I get a lot/ but this ain't leopard prints, this is liver spots/ imma live a lot then its lights out/ cause I'm a bum with a rock stars life style/
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