Do the math, get the sum
Flyer than the rest of them
In the heat of the summer,
As: and while you’re in my mother
Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/
‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir
Got the passion for the music
Razor grips, laser spit
For that paper, i'mma grind
In the face of the outside.
The replacement of the word "mother"
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
For everything i lost tell em i want it all back
He don't do the same
The realist in the game
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