Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.
Rub titties in his face and laugh
Return of the king of flow
Your girlfriend want to follow
Fuck fame, fuck money
Beaches of normandy.
Out of mind out of sight
Jungle fever for the night
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them
They say nothings ever free
Thoughts of immortality
It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
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