My nature, its all love, that's how that shit be goin
Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-
As often, i do this
That the green is his motive
I look into an alley and see the matrix machine
But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream
I let you know you dealing with dogs
Not drugs but the coin of course
As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss
Assaulting cops i'm attracted to my pen like a moth
Old sneakers that's worth more than your new apparel
So i can kiss a dick in hell, and gag on its peril
Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents
And i stand as a motive for my friends
Find a size fourteen, get the death's head moth
Best be prepared for the outlaws
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