But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed
Your ego's whack man/ i'll hit you with a deebo backhand
Hit you with the vividness spittin with viciousness
Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this
I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man
Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan
Chasing money in the city of crime
Tag, time for you to hit me up with a good rhyme/
Hit you with the knockout
Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket
Cuz it well leave you with bruses and cuts like you just got hit
I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel
So insane,this man gonna hit you with a red bull bottle
Gotti here, i’m in this shit
Mastermind jenks back with another hit
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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