And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors
I get to the point with my rap plots 'n' i'll toy with this fags thoughts
Snatched n' grasped what you lack in rap
Know what i do: manufacturing crack
Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel
I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal
Rhymes the only thing coming easy, ill fuck rap n marry it,
This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket
Always on some new shit cnn
Sure he died in 96 n
You mental state deteriorates n,
I wish i’ll never see you again
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