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And I look around and I realize God Left this place a long time ago. I I had pain than hate, side is when I'm runnin' Down that bitch the motherfuckin' back, the Tiffany On, machine niggas, feelin' Like That Jimmy. Hard fuck, nigga, down here, I got no for bustas, just A motherfuckin' man with the sun face And the yay For friends and The club. Straight from the bay where the F&N niggas be Smokin' up on the hay, my family seem to Leave the dope in the gate, never here they Here. Now I'm sold for the hoes, Purple potion for my city, gold rose with the Fuckin' toast, the city's right there. This city could keep a nigga here just like A Johnny, nigga, know I'll slap bitch in my Ghost if my brothers blown. Big but that's the way it is, I train The yay, it's for my brothers in the jail, The place of haters, all the Same. Remember more pain hate, my best side when I'm Runnin' down that Bitch