They'll say, "ain't that dramatic", as they wear the starter jackets,
Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids
We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons
A cold breath on their shoulder as death beckons
She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her
Come support my heavy shoulder you mediocre
So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would
This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook
See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun
Rappers here's your #vanishing #point like barry newman,
Tearing us apart bit by bit
All black everthing on some jigga shit
I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team
In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between
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