Murder his family
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Say bye bye to her
Thoughts of bloody murder.
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one
Super magic, abracadabra kid
The outline which you n****s out dated
Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,
Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though
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