Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping
Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing
And that´s how it has begun
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
Where the black girls get their weaves back
Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,
Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes
My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
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