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Lyrics

Yeah, Sentino, Manny Guns, *so you see* what's good Love in the beat, man! See I'm in it for the cake, not some Oreo cookie 10 years deep in this game - don't call me a rookie! I need - more than a pussy, a house by the shore To keep feeding the rich and *save the mouth for the poor* Instead of turnin' your little spouse to a whore Friends or foes I've been takin' pranks It's time for the Benz or the Royce Minimum wage is killing me, I'm finally get paid I'm gonna leave pieces evеrywhere, like splintеr grenades Can't keep all of my criminal ways - or I'm gonna end up in a gutter When I'm gone who gonna explain to my mother All the pain she has suffered I can't even it up No matter how big my stacks getta fucked up And that's it! Lonely drunk bastard Stumbling through dark alleys Flipping grams back and forth like some beef paddies Supreme lyrical, every verse like it's biblical My punches hit right in between spriritual and visual