Words cannot describe my feelings
The .45 for you niggas with nine lives
So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea
I'm catching sickness everyday, people i know rarely stay.
Keepin the earth clean with my good vibes,
Nigga fuck the black and whites
Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
While scheming on hits
If i got life left i'm not catching my breath
I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less
Thought we had the feelings
Let's enjoy our younger years
Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights
Keepin the earth clean with my good vibes,
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