Looking at your money
Beaches of normandy.
When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
Credit card late fees
Top of my pile of bodies
Big homie hov said i am close
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips
King of the va, off of those toxins.
Sb horror pack monsters under my bed
Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.
Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators
And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth
I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine
Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,
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