I thrive on makin’ my opponents think that i’ve died
Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried
350 on the stove and it's 90 outside
When we were through my heart just died
Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route
I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,
Clouded died years ago im just his imposter
You somewhere, getting your life in order
My sister, my sister, don't give up your body to impress them nobodies.
Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace
My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good
Whole lotta money, big tip i would
He died on my 16 birthday,
She do everything i say
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