A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city
The final fatality,
Say a grown man can separate lust from love
They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
And these shots are vital,take your final,
And roars at hearth, the final farce, has come to pass/
I could spend my whole life tryna get cash
Ambitious like a politician with a final wish
Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss
Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice
Even in your final act, such an ultimate crime, they have faith in you, a sound belief,
And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore
Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four
One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop
Came bursting out in one final shot,
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