With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less
Painted in light by the artist who left the chalk mess
Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains
But i dont carry guns
Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
You couldn't handle the canvas of all the pictures painted
I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds
Laughing at the picture painted out with the words
A myriad of colors other brothers, wishing the painted
All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit
Piece of art that i painted
Sick and tired of being under rated
I ain't tryna brag though
We got dat guns and flow
Without the sound of guns
Hold it..now thank you for silence
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