Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
Show you my gold middle finger; james bond visiting
Rip this is for you jordan davis
Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases
See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,
Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes
Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday
Its elementary my dear watson...such treachery
All we need is convienient love
I murder, no purpose
Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status
Never had a purpose but i'm determined for greatness
I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates
My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates
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