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What's up? It's Roaches, thanks to all the main Bitch I'm gone, bitch. Yeah. Better back up. Shit. I've been thinking what to write about. Mad beats, got 'em out. Locks up in a lazy bug, Jetties finally got Him out. I don't fuck around, still hitting woo In the booth. Staying loyal to the clan, See my pride ain't no brew. Living it, working on my shit like I'm unlimited. Feel this shit, my lyrics like a poison that I'm bleeding with. See the way I spit gon' Make you hit that, "Wait a minute," bitch. Warriors to the kings of rappers, just a bunch Of brittle kids. Wish this shit could be checked Out by Rakim. Wish that I could change the shit I'm living In. Wish the switch that makes me bullshit once Again. Wish I might achieve it quicker than I Can. Suckers used to have a doubt. Now I'm sounding every town. Getting dollars, euros, pounds. I'm making non-believers bow. Suckers used to have a doubt. Now I'm sounding every town. Getting dollars, euros, pounds. I'm making non-believers bow. Bitch, it's your Boy, Roaches, thanks to all the main bitches. Any of Y'all fuck with me. You tripping, Bitch. Fuck out of Here