See, i'm second to no one
Escaping from my fucken gun
I'm mental, it's instrumental
Puts that gun to his temple
And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay
Feeling dilla, never killing with the gun play.
I love to pull out my gun
I told him get his 9 and run
From blunt smoke to gun smoke
Y'all can't stick to no g code
I beach chair, with my malibu vision
I really wish i had my gun
I went to get the gun
Catch you up on places i've been
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