Like the show the following? the part where joe carol dies?
And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys
To win today would just seem like a lavish dream
Spitting bars like a technical machine
And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her
So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.
‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night
But i show the black machine gun funk when the time is right,
We're all cursed like that bu the maker
Ay yo you wonder who i are
Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,
Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen
All for a prize / the winner gets to pick how all of em dies
No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys
Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for
Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,
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