They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
Making love to a professor of divinity
The judas movement back to a christian love.
Hoping that nobody don't notice
It's a thrill to kill unskilled rappers, i call it tough love
I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces
Well, maybe not forever
I sent that shit like a letter,
Live a lie don't ask me why. i wrote a letter to the ghetto,
Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though
While half my mental belongs in a cage
I'm a g; like the letter before h
Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever
I'm the president writing myself a letter
Take his eyes out and switch with a letter
My nigga pac, be ready for whatever
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