And now it's clear as this promise
The things im most scared of
Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
Of the book of your life
We hustle to survive
Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.
Blow some fucking hash and laugh
She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar
There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are
Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red
Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.
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