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Pockets for you on your mouth, comin’ from the dirty south, yeah I got that energy, somethin’ you know nothin’ bout
When I break a mind, they be thinkin’ I’m a lunatic, standin’ in a dark room, dustin’ off a boomstick
Still comin’ cold with the plans I ain’t top, float grindin’ for a bankroll, spittin’ ghetto gospel
Dealin’ with this person bout to make me lose my marbles, steppin’ to me brawn, then you know I move a hostile