Than the muse of a family
Where are you its not reality
Gloom tuning out reality.
And you are you too, but bitch i'm three
A military mind mean money
Cause it your boy j reality
It's like mob time we pay them
In the heartz of men
No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot
We the squad, freshgang , out that c-town mob
Your human anatomy, can't perceive my reality
They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops
Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars
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