Weight on my chest like i body build
He was in for thrill, he was skilled.
He thinks that he can control
De la soul is from the soul
The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme
He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?
About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?
All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga
As he grew up he got more confused
But radio ain't trying to follow suit
He commit suicide
My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride
Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock
You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught
I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast
He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.
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