.Murdarah, Murdarah
Murdarah, Murdarah
Enemies please I keep my chest out believe me
700 laywers and they all actin greedy
Money hungry strugglin while thuggin
My baby momma complain I'm full wit pain
Cigrettes tha tame enemies filled wit pain
Itchy fingers while nigg.
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