Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant
With gas chambers, guards with cannons and
I be stuck to you
Die with hope, live with virtue
With miserably blistering
Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win
Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder
I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her
With rock, shock rap with doc
Say i'm not hot
That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets
With third dimensional shapes with no means
Bring the keys, oh my god
With rock, shock rap with doc
I keep my money neat
I deal with bull with the sheet,
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