They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income
Former things are passed away i believe in all of these words for it to come
That the world has a beginning and an end
My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent
You are living proof that god has a sense of humor.
Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her
She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day
Think about when you'll be in a grave, passed away,
Let's duck away for a moment, from the points that i made
Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate
Think i need another play
And my life has been stripped away,
And flying first class the bong is what i want passed that aint a microphone
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home
What has he done to make the rain go away
Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay
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