I gotta bounce, i don’t call her
Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire
Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day
Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,
My minds astray, my hearts finally gray
Then some lady named billie holiday
Kill one; we send fifty-thousand to reinforce
Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls
No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather
I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her
Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,
Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money
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