Of the book of your life
This is how she want to live
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes
Return of the king of flow
You know i be teasing, though
And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth
Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators
I know my calling's worth like phone card
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
"listen to the track bitch!" echoes
They bringing me fish and chips
Out of this coviction of feelings
Got a nigga seein things
King of the va, off of those toxins.
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