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Everybody
claim
they
eatin',
but
we
don't
cater
to
it
I'm
from
Louisiana,
you
know
I'm
addin'
flavor
to
it
I
feel
finessed
two
times
by
the
way
that
they
view
it
It's
cool
when
they
do
it,
but
it's
a
problem
when
my
God
do
it
I
ain't
paranoid,
I
just
move
with
discernment
They
say
they
ridin'
why
them
wheels
wasn't
dirty
My
Bible
on
the
dash,
I
keep
that
40
too
I
call
that
King
James
Worthy
Got
no
time
for
no
excuses,
my
kids
hungry,
you
heard
me
Yeah,
I'm
a
boss,
pay
attention,
been
hustlin'
for
years
Where
my
dogs,
we
be
turnin'
them
crumbs
into
meals
I
pray
to
God
that
every
soul
in
my
circle
is
real
Keep
it
trill,
them
consequences
don't
care
how
you
feel
They
on
that
demon
time,
I
put
my
foot
on
them
stoops
If
they
ain't
on
what
I
been
on,
then
I
might
chunk
up
the
deuce
Or
spin
the
block
in
the
coupe
while
I'm
rearrangin'
the
view
But
if
I
let
my
dogs
out
the
kennel,
they
turn
the
prey
into
food
Ooh,
yeah,
they
keep
praying
I
lose
I
ain't
even
got
to
pour
the
yak,
I'm
gettin'
lit
from
they
boos
Cool,
now
let
me
bust
down
the
jewels
I
can
care
less
about
your
stripes,
cause
I
don't
play
by
your
rules
Ooh,
I'm
a
boss,
pay
attention,
been
hustlin'
for
years
Where
my
dogs,
we
be
turnin'
them
crumbs
in
the
meals
I
pray
to
God
that
every
soul
in
my
circle
is
real
Keep
it
trill,
them
consequences
don't
care
how
you
feel
I'm
a
boss,
pay
attention,
been
hustlin'
for
years
Where
my
dogs,
we
be
turnin'
them
crumbs
in
the
meals
I
pray
to
God
that
every
soul
in
my
circle
is
real
Keep
it
trill,
them
consequences
don't
care
how
you
feel
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