Trae, le putain de patron dans ce bizgo rempli de fake-ass rappers:
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Say a prayer then I load my Smith & Wesson again It ain't no telling when these niggas gonna be plexing again From all the mess that I was in they say I'd end up in a grave Or I would end up in a 8x10 for the rest of my days If they coming, I ain't running, the ghetto is where I stay Real nigga find me up in the gutter that's full of strays Still a few seconds away, and me feeling I'm outta time I might not tell you something wrong, but I tell you ain't nothing fine If I was anybody else but the truth, I'd probably be crying
ABN, motherfuckkaz.