Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential
Beaches of normandy.
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
I was born to do the damn thing
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
No wonder why when times get hard
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
Big homie hov said i am close
You better get yours fore i reach mine
Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,
And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
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