I take the baking soda and the !@%!e, I throw it in the pot
I mix it up I stir it up I turn that %#@! to crack rock
Fiends trying to get me on a schedule like a time slot

Yeah, money making is my mother $#&@ing soft spot

I ain't got the time for the (*##$es like these

Always begging for my rocks, they begging on their knees
They hit the rocks harder than when leaves fall of trees
But I look em' in the eye and tell their (*##$ $$# to leave


Cause Im a $#&@ing thug and I hustle every $#&@ing day
And Im a $#&@ing king and on my head is where my crown will stay

swag swag swag swag swag swag swag swag
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A demon on the beat
A demon on the cypher
Im a demon with a match

And Im a demon with a lighter

Oxycontin pill popping, I ain't going to $#&@ing stop

I run these streets like I run a $#&@ing sweat shop
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