Guy fawkes tie esophagus knots beige
Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave
Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry
But people everywhere think i'm your average guy
Hopin hes the right guy
Weighin 165 and these tricks should die
Even passing out that eminem guy
She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie
You other brothers can’t deny
Im just that type of guy
Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie
Now go figure, he's the bad guy,
Three j's took me this high
Turned into the good guy
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