And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death
I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress
It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death
But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess
Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces
And now the chance of my death increases.
No it ain't easy
Nsd till the death of me
Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks
This rap shit til the death of libertines
There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for
A perpendicular, angle of the clout war
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