I'm running out of time
Your raps don"t even rhyme!
Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck
I remember the days we'd play games until our eyes bled blood.
Tell these people something they don`t know about me
Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby
Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,
So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill
But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips
Illuminati's games you don't wanna play, disturbance emerging sacrificing virgins
Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel
Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here
No more games, for now they better pray
You make a nigga's night turn day
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