Then bury her under the pavement
And bijies like im out and
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
Under 25, living the fuckin life
Now i'm laying out at the delano though
I'm no pro, i'll have you know, competition's been slow
I spit non-fiction,rather than pro-fiction causes you affliction
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
You're just history
Nothin sweet when i attend, see
Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad
N' now i'm stuck no-shows like michael jackson's concerts abroad.
I read about napoleon hill and try to know god
So maybe i'll stop go in reverse turn around and add plot
"where is it?" under the bed? in the depths of the shed?
My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead
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