To make karma come faster than she normally will
Well i'm telling you now her dying i cannot handle.
I ain't fighting, i'm just rhyming, ain't dying, just writing,
On occasion, the place gets exciting and inviting
I keep trying but my closest people keep dying
She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing
I ain't never smoked smoked a philly blunt or even weed
Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet
I can't be lying i'd love to feel the feel of dying
Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing
She's dying sir i need your help
Smoking khaled, my weed the best
There's children dying and i am crying
You know that love is a very serious thing
Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out
I'm becoming a renegade of what i'm about, nearing what i feared about...
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