Tired of the pain tired of the struggle
I think that i finally reached the pinnacle
On that red-eyed kush flight
In the face of the outside.
Without the sound of guns
This the clash of the titans
Of the book of your life
Then put it into sex drive
And i can't help but notice
The things im most scared of
Ya....isick(isaac) like im newton
The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come
Raybands...hide the face of,
Where i'm from they is ruthless
Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai
Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high
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