That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done
And we no la de de da i don't care for any people
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
S queezys very bold
Is a space that now you hold
I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease
Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees
My g"s have been handcuffed,
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time
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