Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'
Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him
If they pigs/5-0/the fuzz we haul out
I've got nothin' to worry about
And it's actually 5:20, learn to fucking tell the time
I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine
When you ain't got no education
So i pulled back the curtains, merked him
See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat
Putting up with 5 days of school only to live it for the week,
They wide as shit my pillars tall
A real life viking, shout out to st. paul
I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards
We are being wiped off the face of this earth
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