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Ive got to whatch my back all da time.

Haters after my dime.

While im on my ******** grind.

I wont take it unless its mine.

But dey look at me like im doin a crime.

But datz da world its full of s**t.

Datz why ima spit.

Diz rhyme at u.

So you can know to.

So u can keep wat you have to prove.

And da haters in my face.

Or at my place.

A Cupa need his space.

R ima put dis mo ******** aka on yo mo ******** fo head.

And be leavin many mo dead.

Id brather see dat green den dat red.

Buts haters dont see it dat way.

So ive got to prove my s**t everyday.

And teach deys mo ******** how to papper chasse my way.

But i cant help it cuz im addicted to my dou and lovin my life mane.

I even have a fine a** dane.

So i got no reason to complain.

Just like u haters bitchin all da time.

So ima hit at u on dis rhyme.

Just becuz its mine.

Ive already done my time.

Gettin charged fo fake crimes.

Dat i didnt do.

Cuz i stay true.

I dont need to steal.

If i need money ill get out der and i will.

Cuz Cupa never broke.

Just like i dont choke.

And my ******** words will be spoke.

And its all in my head.

And ive got to get it all out befo i end up dead.

So u can all know da life i lead.

Cops tryin to stop me from my money.

But dat s**t is funny.

Cant stop a Cupa from its green.

U couldnt even get between.

Becuz my mugg stay mean.

Even if im sippin lean.

And ima boss hog.

Da top dog.

And i aint goin to stop.

Until i drop.

Datz Da Life Of A Dirty South Soldier Lil Cupa DSS 4 Life