Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew
The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)
My heart got cold and my mind grew old,
And i drop top off in a hot cold
See i was in my room, on my old xbox.
Heard the sound of several gun shots
'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you
My ride old but my rims new,
Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame
I miss you saying i love you swiftly followed by my name,
You a lady boss, now you fly free
I miss my cable tv
With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most
Stereotyped cause my accent pop like old videos
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