An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit
Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
But to tell you the truth both of those are hard to do,
You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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