All you niggas dead , dead fake
And that was when i was in the eighth grade
Killin the competition, leaving it dead
You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet
And put wack rappers on a island with a chain to the neck
I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head
Throw me a hurricane, let your anger rain on my island base
Love the game though this is coming from a different place
The lights may flicker, your face feels red
Need an appointment wanna be dead
Finding more light to shed
Now you wish i was dead,
For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring
I'm so lost on this island only i dont wanna leave im dying
Im trying to see her in bed
Even when my dreams are dead
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