The twist of the glass pipe, became their clear vision.
9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son
You bout to get the worst of me after i turn up,
You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck
And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi
I'm a g, and this is something you can't see
Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock
Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block
Off the capers, turn you all to vapors, send the afterlife,
You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice
Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark
Small things turn to the big - one death to the graveyard
On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Put bills under the mattress to turn me to a dreamer
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