I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest
Painful indigestion in my chest
Just like some niggas say they got bullets my hands are ammo
We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though
I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her
Bullets raining like it december
Takes the weights off my chest
Smoking khaled, my weed the best
They gettin chips, they flippin bricks
Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.
Swallowing down my tears
A coward dies a thousand deaths
S on my chest like a superman vest
I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed
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