Out of this coviction of feelings
The .45 for you niggas with nine lives
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Thoughts of immortality
Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar
There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Feeling, of appealing
Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing
I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks
King of the va, off of those toxins.
Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai
K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly
But i guess that shit's just tough love
Of potential cases
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