Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes
We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats
Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes
If we ain't right and always at the throats
Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy
Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/
You shouldn't have used my face for punching bag you fucking fag,
Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back
The look of no hope on my niggas' faces
The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases
Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for
Throats spilling, i hear there spilling happiness, ur probably the ugliest savior.
It was like we had a noose at our throats
Alot of episodesand as the glock loads
Making records they want, that was wrecking my brilliance
A toothbrush being shoved down the throats of your minions,
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