I grind sun up to sun down until its back up//
I'm in the office, plotting to get my stack up//
You see its blood sweat tears in my rhyming//
Smack you for eyeing my bling, blood diamonds//
I ain't no shoot em up bang bang killa//
C dot, just a gorilla for scilla//
I got kids who like food and clothing//
Not to mention my wrist like to be frozen//
And I want a fly car with the pokey rims//
So I gotta keep cash rolling in//
You can often fine me posted on the curb//
In my environment I watch and observe//
I see the weak get fucked over and fucked out//
That'll never be me, long as I got breath in my mouth//
I'm no poser, no goon, no hipster, no shotta//
I'm just c dotta, doing what I gotta//
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