A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit
But it's still cool just to dream man because
Cause america the terror of,
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows
Return of the king of flow
People love hodgy i hate you though
It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff
Of which im not exactly proud of,
Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,
In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine
King of the va, off of those toxins.
She likes the way it hits her lips
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