Inferior, but i'm nice
Of the book of your life
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards
She said it really dont matter if its real though
The type of nigga we trip up and leave for 5-oh
Before we see it's hard to live
In the prime of my life
Hovering, discovering the meaning of life
But let me thank destiny i'm still alive
I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys
Me for the rest of my life
Only concern was the home that was close to him
Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'
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