You wouldn't believe it to look at me/ used to get nookie/ I used to be gangster for real// when the pussy was deep/at my peak was a magnet/ but that ain't the seal//// And this isn't to brag but I carried a piece cuz' I had ta/ It wasn't a gag, though we called it "The Game"/ cuz the man with the bag was the King and the Master/ and cats would play "tag" like "You're it!" with the miggity-Magnum//// To me, a gun with a wheel was for f****ts/ I needed a magazine/ Street I.Q. absentee/ Acting the asshole/ my back had a target/ the path was all darkness/ the tits were all tassels////

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Nothing hurts quite like the moment you know you're going to die and you dont// Maads was just laughin'/ Yahuah, he knew it would happen/ I didn't/ The Piss in my pants//// and the snot in my nose/ shaking and cryin'/ and wailing/ The sigh in my throat/ The shame in my soul// No shit ain't my rock bottom, it's Christmas in Autumn, and God, Harlee knows////