Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,
See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers
Alone in the world with no fear of dying
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king
And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
Come and test, if i'm the best, and everybody's dying
Suffering from multiple doses of psychosis mama said i need a diagnosis
I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush
A dying dream, you even try in
I’m smoother than alopecia skin
Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king
And dying every second im living
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