Tats no dey for my arm
The weed into the bong
The replacement of the word "mother"
Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
The streetz is aint the safe
Left brain, super 3, creator ace
Alcohol and booty calls
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Where the ball meets the wall
Wanna fuck em all
They 22′s or something
The flooding of the nothing
In the face of the outside.
Don't worry just done get inside
From the bottom to the top
Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop
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