[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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