I create more deaths than nicotine
I get paper like i a mail box, seen
Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense
Listen dog christmas is off this is as soft as it gets
I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last
It all dates back when all i did was sat around on my ass
I got more murders on my hands than john has deer
Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year
Bulletproof vest won't protect shit
The swerve gets worse the more i sip
If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue
I got more riches than you fuck more bitches than you
What preceded was the clue
Who'll love you more than i do?
Oh well i gotta go i got more important things to do than play around with you farewell.
Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell
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