I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say
Christine is found dead, that very next day
But it's too late,fabiana is dead
I work hard for everything i get
They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet
Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead
I'm back on my sixty six six shit
Your shit is dead and outdated
62 dreams, roll a date with some lean
People wonder why grass is green,
Can't you see? i'm surrounded be these dead people
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
This is for the starving people
Cause it doesn't seem really as simple
Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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