Then i grab a six pack and head on back to the grave
Love the game know this is coming from a different place
Winked as he sunk into his drunk grave too early for some, kids sit and piss
I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business
I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...
And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane
Lucky seven probably poppa
Coming up in the impala.
Tell them niggas we coming
Why not me the same thing
That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase
They knew who caused it and they wanted you in a grave
Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave
I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase
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