6 foot something, in his forties and real slim
And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin
But we got off on the wrong foot
Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good
And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody
Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?
Hell tried to grasp it but it survived that 300 foot fall.
They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all
Broken beyond repair,
And i ain't goin' well
Not working. shot, choking, broken.
Cold, my style making my nose run
Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,
Aye, hold your head homie, look
Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them
My knee was cut open, heart was broken.
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