More mistakes could be made ‘n
Though uncalled for, they gon drop them
You're listening to this mix tape 'n
I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children
Cause i came to rain n' evaporate like smoke n' spark trees.
And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories
Tried perfecting my letters n
We must, be the flyest of southerner men
Dea intercepted the package, doa, yall still sittin home watching rachel ray
Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way
Checks delayed n' lights turned off
Run a cartel like a real rick ross
Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again
Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n
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