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I might burn like a sinner if they take my life but it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride
I sell my soul to the devil for a 45 a black cowboy hat &a switchblade knife
I sold my soul to the devil for this mic in my hand but
I ain't ever gonna sell out
A million dollars for my name to expand
Take ya fans &ya brands &you can go an get the hell out
We really living in a f**ked up time
So many f**ked up minds inspire f**ked up crimes &they be quick to sell you out at the drop of a dime
Too many coward motha f**kas livin life with no spine
My belly ache from these fake little snakes who come &go as they please just to get what they need
They use are name just to get a little fame
Then it's out like a flame
I wanna make these f**kas bleed
Like some hooker on the street
Sellin p***y just to eat
Take the money &run
I wanna take out my heat
Pull up on em while they sleeping
You think that
I don't see
Ya better take it on down the road
One thing
I ain't is a self righteous saint
Too many sins been committed to ever get me acquitted
But it's a fact won't find a knife if ya back cause
I put it all on this track &to this s**t
I'm committed &
I won't ever leave ya hangin
Always keep that thang swangin like the f**kin d**e man
I'm always stay slangin
Drivebys on these fake perpetrators stay bangin