There made out of carbon mesh!
I treat bitches straight up, like simon says
Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips
Money above the rim, but i don't fuck with timbs
Don't fuck with a desperate rhymet, i'll burn you soul with an cigarette lighter.
And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for
Ima murder all these people with lightning strikes as i watch there bodies burn.
But with foolness you're injected, so imma leave your hart to yearn
Low income no bills getting paid
100 below centigrade
When rappers try and burn me i hit 'em with the coldest shots,
Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks
Definition of cold: ice, 30 below
Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though
Abstract form, body apart stuff stitch it back, burn with gasoline
Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream
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