Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Beaches of normandy.
Of the book of your life
What we gotta do to survive
Of which im not exactly proud of,
She can make a pimp fall in love
For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine
Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,
Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips
Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,
Where did my time go? i let it fly
Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai
The things im most scared of
Trust they seen enough
Top of my pile of bodies
I'm why baby mommas leave
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