Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.
Early adapters agree they all late
Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference
Someone drugged me too many pills which i hope succeeds to be the thing that kills
Like hoes down in magic city
Artistic individuality
I worried if i'd pass that, but i raised the bar, and this time kills,
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills
But love my music, say i do nothing but hits
Needs some kills? then hire us
Cause this nigga done got jealous
Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter
Of impactful things one can ask for
Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits
Still i obeyed and prayed i wouldn't update my kills,
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