Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt
I came in industry without get any help
I was 9 years old, i'' bled'' a lot, shouted'' help me pop'' ,and u didn't connive
Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life
Smoking khaled, my weed the best
She's dying sir i need your help
Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve
Hoola at me swea to god u can see u a pussy nigga i could swea u a beast n while u talkin bout beef
Guess u know that i can win fables
Took her to the club bought her three more bottles
It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique
I've been to hell n back i can asure u that indeed,
Is what i quest
Thats haunting you can help
Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today
I got an exam on may maybe carrots can help me get an a ole carrots carrots all the way
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