The outline which you n****s out dated
It ain't my place to say and i hear all that
S queezys very bold
Where i from, it get cold
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane
I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
If only i could go back into the 80’s
I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress
My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame
My campaign for the top successful, signified with a lovely champaign,
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
If it's right tonight, i might bite that
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
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