It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,
Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled
My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze
You best pay up i don't rap for free, i'm sick man probably got a bad disease
Big money, i’m talking bad hoes
Man i swear she's bad and she knows
Feeling like bad-boy, a mad man deployed to destroy who makes him madder,
When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer
But being crazy man i could of told yah
Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada
To being a being and beating the back roads and being it
All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit
Too bad cause he's broken inside man
Lookin' like a nigga just left japan
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