That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed
Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,
I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow
My g"s have been handcuffed,
Scrilla fan, oh boy and
S queezys very bold
Black woman you cold
Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,
I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes
Step to the plate, witness petrifying diligence
The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
And you all will respect that
Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease
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