On the boards running with the bulls noah,blocked into a coma,
Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda
Just a warning not a threat
My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread
All you circle jerker ain't even basic, face it, a pussy you never tasted
Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit
Spit a poem or a diss
When you feel like this
The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell
I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell
Then discribe how it tasted like dessert to us all
You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football
Your a show without a channel
This bag is from seattle
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