You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes
I pray to god that he saves me from the life that i chose
I shall but love thee better after death.
I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress
I chose this beat for you cause i know like justin's ass,
All she thinking bout is how to take his last
I fear not death before its my time i'm liquid cyanide,
Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight
I chose to keep pressin' on the pedal, after we mourn
They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn
But i chose lonesome instead- hitting bitches not so wholesome in bed
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price
Cause when i flare it like staring death in the eyes before you say you're goodbyes,
I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate
Cause you chose to fuck with death and now its to late
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