The road to hell is paved with good intentions
A cold breath on their shoulder as death beckons
Your words are #pregnant, my styles #inconceivable, #premature death
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
With blood splatters on them yet i still look fresh to death
My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells
Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells
I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death
Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed
My jordan's pressin down death on his chest.
Everybodys plot is deceit, when its not, its retreat cuz ill stomp ya, with cleats
Ballin like he melo satisfied in his ghetto bitch sittin on the steps front row seats
And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath
My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death
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