But right there, they still scheming, they not eating
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
Of being of always getting wired
Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
I'm so intact so i stay sharp
Of which im not exactly proud of,
Thought this was forever love
Return of the king of flow
At this love thing toe to toe
Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red
Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.
Out of mind out of sight
Three times cause fate had my side
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
In front of our building, they was my heroes
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