Of potential cases
The game of love
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
Cause america the terror of,
Here i go again, searching for love
What yo name is girl let me tell you mine
Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,
Feeling, of appealing
I'm doing the same thing
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
And my wish is to have everything
Return of the king of flow
Maybe we just need to slow
And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far
There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are
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