I came back and the fuckers killed brother
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
Just to let you know, you are
To my own fucking brother
Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt
Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard
But i could call you glass joe, asshole!
You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll
Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though
My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw
Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low
Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though
It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole
Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll
Told father the truth about his beloved brother
Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger
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