I'm just a 90's kid n' playing around
Why every five minutes niggas walking out
Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god
.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot
Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts
Used all my money to buy a big house
So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth
Like a shot threw the mouth echo threw the house
Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds
She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house
Screw killing beats, enter house with a handgun
This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son
Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen
My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun
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