Murder his family
What them tippers don't see
On his dying wish, his grave, his name, they set his astray house aflame,
I rock awesomley, the offspring of the flawless brings game
Vijay singh and all of them
Ultimately his decision,
His attachment, flawed till his last breath/
My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes
Now his rank stripped and his life taken away,
Mary jane keeps me high like every day
Trying to get back to this thing called love
Praised his homie for his quick handedness
Lights please, lights please
Wears his jeans below his knees
But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them
As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen
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