After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...
Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for
Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser
New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection
I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression
Our children must be taught, of africa
I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya
The game's a bitch, ooh we got her
I"m the designated driver
Evidence shades man they go for six forty
Now i m gonna tell u a real story....
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