Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet
No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead
Where every recipient, property of the state
Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,
You have a hound on a lead,
Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red
I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence
Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk
Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust
I was suicdal, but by that man i was lead,
Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
I am setting a new theme make sure your watching this lead
Dutty wine for access, show me your neck
Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead
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