Aye rich, another 5 on the g men
If word gets out, i'll never see my aunt again
God damn back to you again,
Had to wear the 13's with them
Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep
I have to say r.i.p because, i'll see you again next week.
I see my mistake and want to try again
And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven
Mamasita mamasita, why you leaving again
That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them
So choose the weapon you reckon will question your accession into heaven.
Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list
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