And a fridge and some broccoli
Third ward general, young cash money
Flyer than the rest of them
And get it again and again
Took me a while just to write those
Riddles and jokes and scary crows
Tryna be some mobsters
And their mothers and fathers
And nasty remains and bones
And we crazy, homes
But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
And inhospitable,
I'm like roots, you a new shovel
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