i sing like the choir 
i get what i desire
im steady stackin game 
while these pussy jack my style

im on my 7 shit tryna get to 8 mile
im on some heavy shit tryna ditch case files
you fuckin wit a prick im the real dark prince
blowin out zips gimmie hickies on my dick

i used to cut my self now there Gucci on my belt 
i aint ask for help i did this all by myself
my mama wasnt there so i had to make it work
god said we in the dirt so i found a shovel first

its 952 til the day that i die 
no lie i cant lie ruff ryders made me write
locked in that cell all day and all night
tryna pass time me and celly spittin rhymes

Dark Prince prod. lowtyde

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