I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close
We aint summer we cold as bro our blood doesn't flow, it froze
Black on black lock n load blood for blood
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
I love you though i'll still fuck
Full up to fuck with blood,
Kill a bitch extract her blood and turn that spell her name in bloody alphabet
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
These story's are cold, stopped blood flow, evils you know , don't slow
Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow
Licensed to kill and spill the blood of those who think they ill/
To make karma come faster than she normally will
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