To pop it and work out life's riddle, man
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang
Summertime in the city
After this rap,you'll look up to me,
Whats this gotta do with me?
Knowing you can no longer party
And i can't help but notice
Goalie- hold me for this
Hurry hayden, follow me this way
Then some lady named billie holiday
They say nothings ever free
So let me murder this phony
Cause my artillery shit will, have em stumped like a riddle
He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little
Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find
Criminal mind, subliminal syllables riddle your mind
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