Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still
It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill
Of a penance stare to a decadent to grant him death by recompense
Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears
I got a dollar and a dream
And my civ 5 regime.
From an african american stance
Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams
You talk like grand theft auto when you're just swiping wallets
For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids
Where god at? i need to call him
More than 5 blunts in rotation
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