She just let me beat and you an acapella kind fella
Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta
I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business
Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes
A real life viking, shout out to st. paul
Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.
My shit could make a bum strip.
That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit
Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom
Anytime you wanna cry, just pull a kleenex out yah front, bum
"see i won't be a bum"
Atl was tipping them
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
Bullet holes in your mind you the phony
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