Boot full of the ounces
Pocket racked up all big faces
I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain
The haters are a stain in my heart, i really feel the pain
Full course meal ingesting the pain
Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim
Then i wait for them days to turn good again
Now your gone theres a heart with pain
And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane
I smoke dope too hide my pain , people say my life is full of shame.
It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse
Full of drugs, over inflated figures
Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again
Just like that, you'll have a heart attack from the pain,
Staring at the physical evidence of my pain
Get the heat ready then i give them that flame
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