Of the book of your life
We hustle to survive
I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze
Top of my pile of bodies
Of potential cases
Ass shots is a plus
Oh, i was raised by the stop sign
Couple of shots and a glass of wine.
Return of the king of flow
It ain't nothing though
But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters
Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators
Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai
Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry
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