For every niggers who died protesting through the streets
Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs
The rolls-royce, it’s all white
The old me's gone he already died
Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night
Story of a young dreamer who was mistook n' then he died...
If it's me that catch you, you're fried
Uh, yesterday just died
Hes a bellend in the nation, thats got a very poor bank account situation,cant afford to
U got one more chance to repent to forget your sins and worship who died and persecuted for you
The spiritless servants who died from the drug submergence/
I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks
A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given
Reaching for the golden throne that hip-hop died in/
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