From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
That binds us, it defines us, there's no guidance? god? no evidence,
My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings
Rhythm flows straight through my blood, and see that rhythm be spread evidence,
To evidence, those presidents in office know we'll never die,
Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry
As i sit and think im thinking fuck the president kill him with no evidence
But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,
Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster
I come from a city with more drugs than a evidence locker
Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,
So here i am at the store for some chips
Any evidence for the police to find
Look the mastermind, took the masters mind
I shed so many tears
Like drinking the evidence.
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