.Nah, I wasnât raised at gunpoint and Iâve read too many books
To distract me from the mirror, when unhappy with my looks
And I ainât got proper diction for the makings of a thug
Though I grew up in the ghetto and my niggers all sold drugs
And though that may validate me fo.
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