Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Beaches of normandy.
Got her going down, no teeth
Top of my pile of bodies
But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek
You better see im in a different league
We hustle to survive
Of the book of your life
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
Of which im not exactly proud of,
Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
Bang! bang! came from that movie ring
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