He lost his tact so he backed and the mirror he smacked,
I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last
And he deteriorates
Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains
Some days he just wishes he could die
Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie
He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.
Stack in his hand trynna make that last
Just say he's the best
He can split he can bend
You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga
About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?
Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight
He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight
Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence
But when he discovered he was hopeless he gathered his things,
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