Knees dug deep into the pavement
And remember what i said and
And their mothers and fathers
But we still real brothers
Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman
Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun
Just pour me a glass of that dark shit
And some strawberries and some chocolate
We at the top where we belong
And once i'm dead and gone
I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche
Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,
Have you been living under patrick star's rock?
Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop
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