Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split
Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that
The dead society of a poet
Mess with me you gunna get your head split
All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play
"its a split personality" is what people say.
No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split
Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit
Then i peace it and split
A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit
Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,
This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines
And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket
His only escape for his fuckin pops split,
Then split the scene! & pop the limousine!
Show ‘em how much they really mean
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