We chillin at the park, smokin blunts, dont give a fuck
Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck
My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun
Life is a pyramid, and we are trapped at the bottom
You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done
No where to run so i looked at the sun and said atleast i had fun,
Two reflections into one
// [but the kid is not my son]
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,
Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one
// [she says i am the one, but the kid is not my son]
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