Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight
I thrive on makin’ my opponents think that i’ve died
Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack
Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag
Would you cry if i died tonight?
I seem to love these whips - a white
The spiritless servants who died from the drug submergence/
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
So we can live again
Sure he died in 96 n
For every niggers who died protesting through the streets
To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats
And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon
To me she's everything, to her i'm her cousin
He died on my 16 birthday,
Get a glass and put chris on, yea
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