Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal
And these shots are vital,take your final,
I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots
Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,
And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie
This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die
So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love
Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/
And it aint my final
As i light one for ill will
Everybody coming home deserve a white benz
I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death
Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end
When the cloud was cool] right after finishing my final project
And roars at hearth, the final farce, has come to pass/
But i let off everything i have
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