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2 Plots

Fat Joe · Organized Rhyme · 2026 · 3:38

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Life, life itself is alive I wish I could find the words to describe such a worthy adversary Because you see, life can also kill you But if you appreciate it, if you acknowledge it as such And if you respect it, life will let you live My nerves ain't right I slept in my mama's bed just the other night Can't rest in peace, tired of livin' Try givin' thanks when your brother died on Thanksgiving You think I'm traumatized? Damn near lobotomized For this life we live, I won't apologize Used to be Dirty Deep, yeah, we lost a lot of guys The streets like streams, we can't monetize Been to jail and back, been to hell and back Family member was foul, used to sell 'em My son Joey was born with Down syndrome His mom hit it first day and never been home I'm at the hospice watchin' my pops dyin' Same time they play clips of you testifying Two plots, a cemetery and a landfill And if the birds don't sing, then your mans will Crazy Nobody said it would be this hard The journey We winnin' though like a mother It's the infamous T-E-R-R-O-R, yo We really them killers, it's not a charade Every day I drive the hood like the PR parade You niggas make soulless music, this the pain project Nowadays I refrain, TS remain toxic Got pistol with me, got king with me Keani back from Three Bodies, we really the Gotti's They say I'm cappin', but my life a caption Them niggas actin' when we 'bout that action Been winnin' so much, man, they gotta hate us Courtside at the Knick game, the projects made it Paid so many funerals, could write 'em off We had Johnson's Fried Chicken with the mustard sauce, uh Let's paint the picture, Cullinans in every state Last night was cool, had dinner with Dre He love the lobster with truffle butter, huh This is the mafia, make the mobsters stutter Them niggas been pretendin' when we been the truth Rob reported the whip, nigga missin' the roof What you want me to do? You know Khaled with us Bein' accepted never mattered to us, uh What you want me to do? You know Khaled with us Loyalty over everything Yeah, voila What you want me to do? Uh They comin' home at a rapid pace And all the real hitters gon' protect the plate This is a once in a lifetime, you suffer the consequences Send them niggas from the Bronx that'll stomp you senseless Them Carter Geniuses is kinda genius My daughter on a whole new (New) You know the fat kid from Trinity done went crazy Got his hands on some millions and aligned with Jay-Z Shootin' craps at Nas' casino We in Colombia watchin' the boss of Fino's Me and May in the rainbow Daytonas New TS Force dropped, the date is upon us They bet on me to lose, playin' fantasy lawsuits Cost three mil', but you know We ain't never gon' lose This shit organized crime TS the biggest

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