And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth
Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators
Mama made her pretty
Thoughts of immortality
Out of mind out of sight
Walk blind into a line or fight
Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai
Weighin 165 and these tricks should die
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
I just got one request, stop breathing
On the slow jam of love
Raybands...hide the face of,
I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat
Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.
Ummnow i dun been around the world
Of being of always getting wired
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