Light Up Rikers Island Remix(feat. Drake)

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Hate is temporary, Love is necessary
I went from eatin pussy, i eatin commissary
Damn, i am addicted, i need therapy.
You can buy the answer but you can't afford to question it.
First off, i don't need you second guessing me.
Jail is like third base, i'm comin home eventually.
Still got shooters, like hot tubs. Man i'm anemic, still got bloods.
I'm in my cell, readin fan mail. Wish i was in Amsterdam sippin Amsdale.
Thinkin bout all of that pussy i can't smell. Man they did me wrong, i feel like Nelson Mandel.
Uh, i shine too hard, my lamp fell. But my name still under Alexander Graham Bell
I know you met damn, cause you know damn well that i still got you open, open like a clam shell.
Yeah, still fly on my hawk shit. My conversation stinks, cause i talk shit.
Stay in your lane, You on that double park shit, You eatin at the top, get a spoon and a fork lift.
I got rap, wrapped up like a gift. And i'd plea sober, if it were a fifth.
I'm feelin like Elvis, Jailhouse Rock. I'm not Tupac, i'm the new Pac.
Behind bars, but the bars don't stop recordin over the phone.
I hope the call don't drop. Drizzy got the ball, i know the ball wont drop.
And i pray none of my kids never wanna be Cops.
Young Money get em, Young Money got em. The boss got his feet up, vacation an island.
Yeah, and tell ya girl shootin a kite up. And even if you dont smoke mothfucker, you gon have to light up.