Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
Five shots she ready to leave
Top of my pile of bodies
Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough
Of which im not exactly proud of,
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
So while you worry about the hoes
Beaches of normandy.
She going to borrow some money
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them
No gimmick: real time, real heart
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
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