Cool like dat, or just a hardhead like hail,
If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail
Top ranked, number one my son
85. relative of satan,
Don't mistake him for satan
Magic city tipping them
She going to borrow some money
Hail mary nigga, run quick see
Grown men never should bite their tongue
That they've sold their souls* to satan
Cause they gon want a return rain sleet hail snow
Denim front been still kickin' ten zero
Oh hail might jesus crucifix the addicts,
Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears
Don't mistake it for satan
Car seats got screens in them
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