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[jetsettosocal]

Quiet and desperate are the lives of men//
Bitches and paper-chasin we gotta defend//
Haters at our backs, monkeys on our shoulders, when we go off it's game over, nigga try again//
Halfway through it all I'm lookin at the mirror//
I can't really see so I stand a little nearer//
There's bags in my eyes but the image is clearer//
I am a man, and there is nothing I fear//

Anthem of my brothers//
We dream and live in color//
My hair is silver, my watch is gold//
My style is killer, this martini ice cold//
I sit behind a mountain, I bet and you fold//
My shit still brown and my heart is coal

You think I'm cold as ice//
Just cuz I hustle when you rice//
Jealousy's a killer//
I call this one nine millimeter//
You think you got what it takes, to bite the hands of the feeder//
If you back off and shut the fuck up, I can forgive and let you die a little neater.

Anthem of my brothers//
We dream and live in color//
My hair is silver, my watch is gold//
My style is killer, this martini ice cold//
I sit behind a mountain, I bet and you fold//
My shit still brown and my heart is coal