I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick
Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.
Your heart was false just like the words you said
Of potential cases
But i guess that shit's just tough love
Of the book of your life
Rollin' down the four o five
Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,
It’s obvious that girl you’re fine
There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are
We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car
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