.When I come home from work, I'm fiendin for an eight-ball
I got crack on my mind, I'm hearin cocaine call
Telling me to beep the dealer to deliver me stuff
Keep it a secret from my wife, cause she thinks I don't use drugs
There I was, bleedin from my nose and damn
I couldn't brea.
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