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I know a life where three people share a single bowl;
My own life is worth no more than this sand.
I’m aiming right at your head—a gun to your temple;
Purr in my ear for me, yeah—you little kitty.

I took what was right beside me and made it my foundation;
And to do what I must, I engage my mind.
Yeah, I’m clad in black, baby—wearing Morion stone;
When we step into a rival’s turf, we don’t leave a mess behind.
These pages are our chronicle—we’re aiming for the history books;
I’m flying at the pace of the metropolis—we’re running in overdrive.
I remember the shift work—the red-and-white uniform, the calluses on my hands;
That first shared meal with the crew—the lingering scent of aerosol paint.
You shouldn't do it *that* way—you have to do it *this* way;
If you ask me how: first, clean up the mess—
Turn that room into a living space, not just an attic full of junk;
Give yourself a kick in the ass—give yourself that push.
I walked through that struggle every single day;
And I’ll stay surrounded only by those who know no laziness.
The last of the cold lingers in my soul—but April is just over the hill;
I won’t beg or plead—I’ll simply say, "Okay."
Yeah, right now I’d just love to choke her out a little bit...
Too many thoughts swirling in my head—I’ve tossed them all out the window.
Here, we move in lockstep—there is no other way;
And if I make a fortune, baby—I’ll spend it all with my brothers and sisters.
I’m not always serious—sometimes I just goof around;
Humans are complex creatures—a blend of a hundred different traits.
You love that white powder—it’s got you completely fooled;
Just know that somewhere, right behind that wall, your mother is weeping tears.

I know a life where three people share a single bowl;
My own life is worth no more than this sand.
I’m aiming right at your head—a gun to your temple;
Purr in my ear for me, yeah—you little kitty.

At our core, we are all essentially the same;
But some choose the stacks of cash, while others choose the plastic bags.
Some roll up a King Size joint, while others just gather up the crumbs;
All around me—right beside me—I’m gathering minds, not just buds.

I’ve seen the filth—and I’m tired of wading through the muck;
I’m wringing it all out. Give me all the flesh.
Baby girl, go all out—go fuck around with him.
If she wants it, then grab her.

I want to shoot a movie—roll the cameras.
We’re on the straight and narrow; we aren't petty crooks.
You’ve got millions, but you’re trapped inside them.
I’m building a castle, and right behind it—the Capitol.

If I’m going to sell myself, it’s only for my family.
Money itself isn't what matters—it’s the sheer amount of it.
So my daughter can be proud, so my son can be proud,
And so they never have to know what life is like at the bottom.

I know a life where three people share a single bowl.
My own life isn't worth more than this handful of sand.
I’m putting a gun to your head—right against your temple.
Now purr in my ear... yeah, you little kitty.