Got tired of running from the police
As the tao converted the thief
Saw the bombs on the news
Its cold as shit in this booth
Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze
In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave
In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.
Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes
Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger
Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,
As the king upon the throne
Before i leave home
Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
Thinkin of the the dreams
Gotta go, let her leave
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