[Pastor Troy] One... Two... Three... In the beginning, God created drugs And other thugs, with other thoughts The path that`s never walked The class that`s never taught Often sought, `cause salt from player haters Make trials greater, all of my plans I must do later I made a buch of bad mistakes, some bad desicions But look at all this money I made, I ain`t bitchin` I knew my position but my coach ain`t put me in So, I quit this shit and started sellin` dope with friends I`m in this situation, I`m the only nigga cool These niggaz think they ballin` but these niggaz just confused But `cause I love to lose, I`m muthafuckin` lost From muthafuckin` nothin` to muthafuckin` boss Face off
{*heavy breathing*}
I`m leavin` that joint like that
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