Give a mic the kiss of death
I can taste the salt from my tears
Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home
All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone
If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row
It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw
They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe
The death that bloats like a disease
But living underground as a friend of the devil,
Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
I'm a genuine dexter, i kill the time with death
Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best
Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend
Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.
I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin
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