In jail every 2 weeks/
Can barely walk the city streets
2 weeks later you show up missing
Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living
Senor bout to catch me being late come on mrs roberts cant the attendance wait
Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.
I drink for weeks at a time
You shine like a mothafuckin dime
Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her
Waking up in the hospital a few weeks later,
I've had so many maladies- been sick to death for weeks
And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes
It all started few weeks ago when i was lost
In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short
Can't seem to find a solid ground
Three weeks no peep or a even a sound
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