[Pastor Troy] 
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  In the beginning, God created drugs 
  And other thugs, with other thoughts 
  The path that's never walked 
  The class that's never taught 
  Often sought, 'cause salt from player haters 
  Make trials greater, all of my plans I must do later 
  I made a buch of bad mistakes, some bad desicions 
  But look at all this money I made, I ain't bitchin' 
  I knew my position but my coach ain't put me in 
  So, I quit this shit and started sellin' dope with friends 
  I'm in this situation, I'm the only nigga cool 
  These niggaz think they ballin' but these niggaz just confused 
  But 'cause I love to lose, I'm muthafuckin' lost 
  From muthafuckin' nothin' to muthafuckin' boss 
  Face off 
  
  {*heavy breathing*} 
  
  I'm leavin' that joint like that