Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one
And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin
Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers
I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh
Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area
Lost in cigarette's no moral as well just letters wrote by frustration
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin
I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one
Signallin the angels of my newest moral failures
Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters
Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king
Moral of the story has a deep with held meaning,
So whats the moral of this story?
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
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