Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Still the man with the pan
They take a loss man
Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play
There is no superhero to save the day
Endless the days, forever the nights,
Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines
Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the
All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga
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