Last level reached and i'm the final boss
Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks
True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try
This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die
The final fatality,
I'mma drop you off home quickly
I've got your final symphony planned out, in tune with a harp
She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art
The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score
Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four
Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks
Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,
This is your last chance, your final warning.....
Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning
I spit it like a loaded nine, pop
Came bursting out in one final shot,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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