And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way
Moment of silence the music just died today
That's just the way, as april turns to may,
If i can leave this place, and just get away
See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right
It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.
Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call
Blood squirtin on the walls, and i aint even nervous at all
It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.
Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried
Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master
He is in the midst of unknown disaster
Maybe true but the legends wont fade away
And i can't even look the other way
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