Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve
But still has the perverse to coerce the earth
Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers
Am so fly rite now. you are under the earth.
Ridin' in that black joint
Hit the earth like an asteroid
Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers
7 1 8 was where i entered the earth,
Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers
Big too for the tribute and homage of their energy/ freestyle the greatest/ dope haters/
Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers
Be financially stable or busting tables for paper and caught the chasers.
I delete they history
Your the scum of the earth beneath me
And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights
Keepin the earth clean with my good vibes,
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