My vision enormous, my bitches is gorgeous
I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...
I"m the designated driver
And the food could have been finer
Everything is subject to change like broken dollars
It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/
Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo
When i get to warwick avenue
I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit
Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...
Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was
In private, not public in the streets
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
Is written in our souls, africa
I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya
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