Passed the polygraph test Trustworthy eyes Ganster with a gun And a stong alibi Blind parents A dead brother One in prison The other unforgiven Passed the polygraph test Face on the security store camera Had an inside friend An employee with a chip on his shoulders Not giving a shit It’s worth getting fired He never liked that job anyway Too many long hours Cheated on a test The teacher swore she saw you But the principal did his best To keep you out of trouble Cause you know his past He use to be one of your customers Passed the polygraph test With flying colors No matter what you do They are never going to catch up with you Cause friend of mine You got all the connections And everyone is afraid of you your girl's got your baby and another bitch is pregnant she won't tell her though as long as you keep feeding her the dick Cold heart you have to worry about yourself never really loved anyone else everyone you meet has something to give they all bow down to the ghetto king Why pay why get caught Your living the life you want that's just the way you feel street soldier King of your castle dying will be the only way outBirth sign: Aries
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