If a nigga creep, he get put to sleep dead folks
If we ain't right and always at the throats
All you niggas dead , dead fake
What is it gonna take
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang sniffed a lot of flowers,
Baby told me that she never memorized a verse
You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet
" is he dead yet?" then you see she starts giving me head
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some
Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear
He just can't be dead, but that something i fear,
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
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