Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured
Explains the lives of six lost
Exit the v wit my gun out
People lives with many doubt.
Their lives are similar to yours
I flash smiles at the mean looks
My city's culture to the game now in existence
I mean id like to control my two different lives
I enjoy threatening these lives
These chalance give me balance
Feel our lives begin to decay
As: i forgot it’s mother’s day
Messing up priorities and mindlessly living their lives,
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
So here i am at the store for some chips
Killin innocent lives like abortions
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