And with them dashes ur probably running too fast.
His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand
If you cross paths with my while im running straight,
Our vision never changed, we self made
Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious
Well be running a muck with our music, doorlists and business
Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests
Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects
Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens
Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips
People running out with a missing tooth
That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose
Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson
Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son
Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,
Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find
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