Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with
Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live
Account the amount we are paid
I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate
How beautiful are thou, africa
Trying to be the richest i can amount ya
Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle
Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle
I say, how can they compare to you, everything material
Rationing the amount of trust i put into people
The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation
I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him
Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional
Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle
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