While i'm chunking up the duece like that nigga paul wall
I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call
I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know
Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low
Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for
Walking towards my regal like im paul walker, little kid walks up and asks for my signature,
What you getting is death
So hold back ya tears
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
All i hear is irritation, she even pulled out a walker
Big too for the tribute and homage of their energy/ freestyle the greatest/ dope haters/
Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse
Grow older, closer to death.
Baby i’mma mess, mess
Niggas that guided me through
Paul mason is faster than you
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