To make karma come faster than she normally will
I bled on the bed and then on da table
Yo....you know i'm five seven/
So the ones eye has freak don't run
Nine eleven seven seven eleven people up in heaven waitin for me
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Take this back to seventeen seventy seven
I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done
While you stand under the table
Lady at the frank stand will
I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them
Seventeen eighty seven
Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble
Wake up six hours later naked on the table
Ain't gotta brain and nothin' to bring to the whole table,
Every since then our whole city been horrible
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