Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots
He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs
Your on fire.. your on fire
Come here i’m about to take you higher
I've been balling those shots
And i'm still hurtin over pops
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
Burning hot shots rippin through blocks
Yeah, the sex in the sack
I bust shots, they bust back
Got 30 shots started actin silly
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Zero options to choose
Call my shots, like babe ruth/
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