Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
I’m effervescent, just ask them
Not working. shot, choking, broken.
Streaks are made to broken
Shit, we don't believe none of them
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
Reopened my notion of knowing im broken
My dick was an arrow i fucked her so hard and she called me a wacko
All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though
They vaguely decipher my language
And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,
They had a hell of a run
Are grieving and broken
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