Verses sweep my mental urges bleak
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Spitting verses like im spitting curses
She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since
Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal
It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little
Nick all the worlds childrens presents
She can make a pimp fall in love
So let 'em chase love
The wrath of my verses.
A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab
Im sayin one night my love is like that
Verses slicing likes swords
Chomping at your oxygen chords
Verses sweep my mental urges bleak
I pray the lord my guns to keep
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