Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep
You better see im in a different league
What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
I give bitches dick and leave
Top of my pile of bodies
Rub the wood and ima show em love
Of potential cases
Beaches of normandy.
And losin all his money
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
Out of this coviction of feelings
Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster
Your style common as a little league sponsor from a 'tarded kid's father
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