New message from mom
Since i was killed by the don,
And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.
When i eat off ya plate
We both had dreams of being great
I said i got my ass beat
Dont have the strength to eat
I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave
I'm the enron don, con more dollars than kenneth lay dreams
Homie popped up with about twenty bags and
The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined
Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards
Poison darts flew on cue, from the view into their hearts.
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