Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit
1995 the future hopeless, im the last surviving poet/
I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way
I am grateful and blessed to be surviving today
Its gonna be a a test
Just say he's the best
We ride along surviving strong, is what i came to say
And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday
And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way
We ride along surviving strong, is what i came to say
My all gold rolly or the
A store that dosen't get a
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,
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