The deepest of your feelings
Dear me, in about ten years
This for my niggas that really rap hard
Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred
Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor
Always felt like a six day war
Scrilla fan, oh boy and
600 benz, house six hundred grand
I don't know.. what you're lookin' for
So tell me why are we at war.
Ask her address she holla saks fifth
Even if it took me years
I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for
Trying to maintain in this war
Money is worst than a war
As soon as i walk in the door
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