Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
My life is like the snow season
Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season.
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
On the assist is d-wade, it's all about the heat plays
Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze
And when the game tests you a true writer plays
It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face
I get that work from my face
That's my old days role plays
Henny in my cup don't need no chase
And when the game tests you a true writer plays
And when i get a team we'll be doing this every season
Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son
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