And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend
And this is only the second of eleven mics i'm wreckin' per second
Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest
All the good things do come to an end
Its malcolm sex, things about to get mean
Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green
All the good things do come to an end
Shawty my bait, she say she never scared
Asking her to meet me at six by the church of the saint to talk about things we had done and said
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check
So worried about what the future is bringing, is it gonna be good or will it be thinning?
Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
Because it forces you to think about the things that matter.
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