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See, I ain't
no player hater
But I'll hate a player if you push me
See nigga, while you stand there
Using all your heart trying to look the part
With your cold steel eyes
Nigga you don't realize you just pussy for sale
Now see I would call you female, but you too frail
While she's held queen, I mean your existence is fractionally vaginal
Like the slits of the whores you use to suit your feeble needs
You know, saturated soil and faulty fertilizer
Ensure your future seeds to be just like you pussy
For sale
On corner auction blocks lost flocks of brethren
Now invested in by this America with stocks of cocaine
Temporary monetary gain in exchange for eternal pain
While the stain of your false reality femains an ever imprinted actuality
On your kids and in your kids
As they too have to suffer with you through the bids
Just kids
Trying not to let those lonely echoes bother
Knowing that father does not answer when they holler
Due to his undying infatuation with the dollar
Has been street scholar, now sees his toddlers through glass
And as the years pass they grow fast and begin to understand
Damn, dad didn't have to go away from us cause he didn't love us
It's just that he wasn't no real fucking man
I be like ''oh damn''
That's that cat that changed his name from David to Ayatollah
High roller, motorola soldier
Tech nine under his polo ass nigga
Don't know his future or his past nigga
But that fast trigger got this die cast
Forty ounce swigger thinking his shit is bigger than mine
Nigga, it's not surprising to find that your state of mind got you
Parking that 63 thousand dollar Lex you flex
Right outside your mother's hard earned 22,000 dollar duplex
You know, the one right next to the projects
Where pseudo elated coke gang created
Crime related manhood got you assed out, nigga
Getting high till you pass out, nigga
Quick way up, fast way out, nigga
How you figure your shit is bigger than mine
These fucked up times and hardcore rhymes
Got you throwing up gang signs
And claiming coasts or shades of color
With shameless boasts of emotionless lovers
That gaze upon that ice that clutter the pendant
Of that religion you do not follow
Your faith has evaporated and made your soul hollow
Childhood dreams turn pharmaceutical schemes
Got you fucking with triple beams
Cap peeling, robbing, and stealing
For a piece of this American pie ass nigga
Ready to die ass nigga, fly ass nigga
Sit you in a cell you'd probably cry ass nigga
How the fuck you figure your shit is bigger than mine
I see you, diamond blinking, Cuban linking and full length minking
All strung out on disillusional thinking
And as the government subsidizes
These laboratory high rises with new chemical surprises
You continue to hide your true self behind movie gangsta disguises
Oblivious to what life's true prize is
Equating your stupidity with the length you think your dick size is
The truth in your eyes is falsified, fabricated
While you sit and wait for your fate to be debated by judges
And juries who've held over four hundred and fifty years worth of grudges
Nigga get back, sit back and rediscover
How to be an honest father, loyal lover, righteous brother
And not just another mother fucking nigga
But I'll hate a player if you push me
See nigga, while you stand there
Using all your heart trying to look the part
With your cold steel eyes
Nigga you don't realize you just pussy for sale
Now see I would call you female, but you too frail
While she's held queen, I mean your existence is fractionally vaginal
Like the slits of the whores you use to suit your feeble needs
You know, saturated soil and faulty fertilizer
Ensure your future seeds to be just like you pussy
For sale
On corner auction blocks lost flocks of brethren
Now invested in by this America with stocks of cocaine
Temporary monetary gain in exchange for eternal pain
While the stain of your false reality femains an ever imprinted actuality
On your kids and in your kids
As they too have to suffer with you through the bids
Just kids
Trying not to let those lonely echoes bother
Knowing that father does not answer when they holler
Due to his undying infatuation with the dollar
Has been street scholar, now sees his toddlers through glass
And as the years pass they grow fast and begin to understand
Damn, dad didn't have to go away from us cause he didn't love us
It's just that he wasn't no real fucking man
I be like ''oh damn''
That's that cat that changed his name from David to Ayatollah
High roller, motorola soldier
Tech nine under his polo ass nigga
Don't know his future or his past nigga
But that fast trigger got this die cast
Forty ounce swigger thinking his shit is bigger than mine
Nigga, it's not surprising to find that your state of mind got you
Parking that 63 thousand dollar Lex you flex
Right outside your mother's hard earned 22,000 dollar duplex
You know, the one right next to the projects
Where pseudo elated coke gang created
Crime related manhood got you assed out, nigga
Getting high till you pass out, nigga
Quick way up, fast way out, nigga
How you figure your shit is bigger than mine
These fucked up times and hardcore rhymes
Got you throwing up gang signs
And claiming coasts or shades of color
With shameless boasts of emotionless lovers
That gaze upon that ice that clutter the pendant
Of that religion you do not follow
Your faith has evaporated and made your soul hollow
Childhood dreams turn pharmaceutical schemes
Got you fucking with triple beams
Cap peeling, robbing, and stealing
For a piece of this American pie ass nigga
Ready to die ass nigga, fly ass nigga
Sit you in a cell you'd probably cry ass nigga
How the fuck you figure your shit is bigger than mine
I see you, diamond blinking, Cuban linking and full length minking
All strung out on disillusional thinking
And as the government subsidizes
These laboratory high rises with new chemical surprises
You continue to hide your true self behind movie gangsta disguises
Oblivious to what life's true prize is
Equating your stupidity with the length you think your dick size is
The truth in your eyes is falsified, fabricated
While you sit and wait for your fate to be debated by judges
And juries who've held over four hundred and fifty years worth of grudges
Nigga get back, sit back and rediscover
How to be an honest father, loyal lover, righteous brother
And not just another mother fucking nigga
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