The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Organized crime, i kill your boss
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the
After the fire, comes the rain
My buzz is like cocaine
Ripped the gown around the blouse,
In 2 to 6 hours
Your the boat without the paddle
She caught up in my love triangle
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
Yeah got to the club early just to get in free
And if they did, they didn't care
The trigger or the chair
Better yet they work my every nerve
Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters
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