My nigga was hungry, went got him a plate
You broke, get out of the way
They look at me now like, "He gotta be paid"
I look at the game, they gotta be slaves
This shit ain't never gon' stop
Niggas turn rats, you thinkin' like, "How was he raised?"
I used to trap in the rain, thank God that I changed
Not tryna go back to them ways
What go around come around, my nigga, that's karma (Karma)
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