That creased up white tee...fresh fitted raider hat...always stay strapped test me
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/
Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace
I had on a black tee,
Please boo what's your size crazy
Got 35 up on that last kings tee
To them it's just a story
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