I live in the american south with the racial divide,
With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night
Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain
But that's what causes the shot mane
My tribulations, the causes, the skeletons in my closet,
Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion
Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/
The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position
Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution
The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.
I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows
Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her
It's the government that causes this rapture
Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows
The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.
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