Sure he died in 96 n
Bad hoes i'm seen with them
I'ma go so hard on your head, you be feeling like you're high 'n' shit
See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite
Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit
Me and all my homies like to chill n shit
Pretending to be awake 'n
Top ranked, number one my son
I'm spitting 'n' killing this quick shit..
Told you camp lo was my favorite
Chris wallace said the sky was the limit
I shoulda stayed ‘n maybe slang some shit,
I swear i'll never call you bitch again
Tried perfecting my letters n
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