Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt
Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled
It's temporary lust you need an in showing
Ok guys now were ready to get rolling
Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass
A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash
I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass
More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas
Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled
I'm ring winnin, my jeans different
I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat
, only opps fuck around cough on smoke
I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb
Rolling with my yankees hat on
O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
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