I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks
Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits
Aw fuck all this cuz of a poor sculpted gun chamber
I'd rather you tell me to hit you later
It's my duty to fight for my right's because i'm bright,
Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light
I kill me just like you from the back you'll see
You can call me the daddy of miami
They say nothings ever free
That’s my call of duty
Off of the topic, call me the prospect.
Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect
I can always go home and look down my street
Wake up in a zombie apocalypse, aw, how sweet/
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