This summer gone be mine though
Return of the king of flow
Of being of always getting wired
Before a nigga finish put in the work
And where we've come and how we still have to go really far
There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are
But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead
Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.
King of the va, off of those toxins.
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Let me breathe hard like it was hard
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
Rub titties in his face and laugh
Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.
Couple of shots and a glass of wine.
Start whine, my gyal, start whine
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