That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep
Charcoal soul, people say i'm a fucking creep.
And other people stopped bothering me with there old and new secrets,
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Hand to hand in the cold
These wack bitches getting old
Lifes he stole left young but feeling old
And copy what's hot until that goes cold
Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold
I've murdered so many verses its getting old
Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that
Randy in rappad people look up to you like you're their fucking dad
You see when i was 19 years old
I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold
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