Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady
That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy
Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though
Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,
If only i could go back into the 80’s
I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less
Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker
Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her
Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic
I ain't hard to find is the tale that i kick
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery
They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty
Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green
Seems like there s a killer on the scene
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