The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
But it's still cool just to dream man because
The bigger the the fun
We have nothing in common
Choked the one on the throne
Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone
- protect myself like i'm a spartan when his shield is up
Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop
A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
To catch you in the radius, this miscellaneous canadian compatriot
All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit
Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters
Whole time, a little more girls
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