Pass that, catch back, fast that
Cause i aint talking crap
The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap
Dead faces keep my money in a body bag
But all yo get is bull crap
St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap
Call it the holy trinity,
Fuck fame, fuck money
Her mom takin that crap
I'm stuck with that
I want to flow holy like matrimony bells
Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells
Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans
Targeting drones looking for holy bones
Cause i'm kinda doing this badass crap!
I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that
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