You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water
Music now days is torture,bloody knuckle with a quarter,
I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her
Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter
Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author
Even though i only got a b last quarter
Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for
My heart races a million miles
Take her back to where i live
Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water
Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir
It’s a quarter to imminent, ten minutes to infinite
Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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