In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
Driving my car to a foreign place
I slain in a way so clean i've never been in this place called prison
Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen
Cause i'm knee-deep in it and need a tp roll to keep it clean
I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine
Please have faith in my words/
The birds i knew flip birds
Anyplace, deface, disgracing faith,
And any connotation is viewed many ways
Strugglin against the elites of faith
Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave
Get your families clean in quarantine,
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,
Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws
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