Am always calling shots for my brothers.
Cus they've leading me from sheol to the borders.
Top class chick, heard you was caught clean stealing from the dust bin but nah I ain't bothered.
No everybody must love you.
But not everybody hates you either.
Truth told your haters might be on you.
But they say truth is bitter. One last day in the club and some of my brothers came out and told me brother these days are getting better.
Enemies, some of them frienemies
Some of them smiling but their inside ain't comedy.
You need to step aside or else they'll corner me.
But I ain't caring more of crazy enemies.
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