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In the beginning, God created drugs
And other thugs, with other thoughts
The path thats never walked
The class thats never taught
Often sought, cause salt from player haters
Make trials greater, all of my plans I must do later
I made a buch of bad mistakes, some bad desicions
But look at all this money I made, I aint bitchin
I knew my position but my coach aint put me in
So, I quit this shit and started sellin dope with friends
Im in this situation, Im the only nigga cool
These niggaz think they ballin but these niggaz just confused
But cause I love to lose, Im muthafuckin lost
From muthafuckin nothin to muthafuckin boss
Face off
Im leavin that joint like that
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