Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
We aint summer we cold as bro our blood doesn't flow, it froze
We live life a rap for it there not understanding it
Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
As soon as i saw you i knew it was right
My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame
And as long as we just sit and lwt it happen it will stay the same
Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat
First floor, so it was easy to creep. i knew her from school but we never would speak.
We have no life together. we can work it out, we can work it out. you have
Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class
Nitpicking knew it led to guiness spitting fellows
The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes
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