Postmark on the card, can't pay the fee
A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city
Fucking bitch with big ass
Fell asleep in first class
Young nigga's call it slayer. im drinkin out my cup with gin, i'll eat later
So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
And ill bus a cap in your ass
Rolling while im blowing this stash
I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal
Evil stick in your heart like a needle.
Caged, and the wonder is seen
Rapping machine clapping between
Lying to yourself, all over an image
Sipping gin an you cringe on an oxy binge
Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,
As: i know just what you mean
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