I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
And compare the way you talked then to how you're rapping
A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state
But you dont realise how much is at stake
Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home
Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone
And i'mma keep ya fresh
How much i stabbed and press.
Walking around 5,9 but the rapping bringing me much taller
‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir
My name is anto i'm really good at rapping
So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring
At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,
And older women put a nigga on their bucket list
Stir up all these feelings inside of her
No matter how much you suffer
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