Savin' up 24 bullets with gun
Ultimately his decision,
I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face
His conscience can take him to his grave
His thoughts disorganized
Throw your hands to the sky tonight
She need now, she ain't never needed love
Praised his homie for his quick handedness
Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again
As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen
Took my heart away from money
Murder his family
Aimin' at his partner who know he up next
The way ill treat ya, youll feel like a princess,
Come see real niggas on my team
Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.
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