Out of this coviction of feelings
I'm with your girlfriend eating chips
Thought of, cuz it's sort of...an addiction,
And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin
Of being of always getting wired
Before a nigga finish put in the work
Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip
Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
Conversations it's genetic
Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit
He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother
Bro what a bad schizophrenia u suffer///////
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
Like damn mama the reason i work hard
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