A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit
When i get to warwick avenue
Fathers abandoned you, sibling can't stand you
Out of this coviction of feelings
Had i not been exposed to these things
People love hodgy i hate you though
Return of the king of flow
Top of my pile of bodies
Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice
And i can't help but notice
Of which im not exactly proud of,
Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar
And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense
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