Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since
[i] is it impossible to idolize myself from ill-born idiots?
This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph
So gangstas keep doin wat your doin and i promise ill have the last laugh!!!!!
Now ill rip myself on these beats
Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds
So gangstas keep doin wat your doin and i promise ill have the last laugh!!!!!
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
The critics are calling me conscious
As i woe cause this hoe shows promise
I made a promise to me/
They say nothings ever free
When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz
Why you crying? i promise ill take my time, relax
And she gon let it loose, hey
I promise i might be okay
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