Im lookin at the moment, bullets pass in front of me, in slow motion
Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him
A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast
To show off my bars pick apart the carcass of deceased
Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack
Sits in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad
I'mma make it rain trick
That why is baddest chick
24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,
The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate
Staircase in front of me,
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home
Are laying out in front of me, but anyways, we're roses grown,
Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that
Put the words in front of my face and tell me how to relay it,
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