Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i
Life has put her to the test
Pop a bullet in your chest,
The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i
In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die
Know just what you worth
Threes two different colors
Hit the ground so hard you start seeing in threes
Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys
So drop the slam and lets get sick
Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music
Makin em drop/, making em pop,/
So take the stage just show me what you got
True, indeed, i don’t rep no block
Please do not expect me to go pop,
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