If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/
Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
But i have a good mind and common sense,
My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/
Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut
Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun
Ovaries and booties what do they all got in common?
Steal your sabre-sword, rip a few chords & call it an album/
If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none
Found dead covered in red
Holla out my set
Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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