Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice
Don't need to rationalize realize satans alive bringing unlimited supplies
22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank
Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and
Bounding vitality but i reached my mental capacity, its my insanity
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see
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