On the tissue like other nasal germs
You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers
No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk
Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
Cross in one hand, smaller lingers in the other
All the other rappers are simple like retards
I be calling out game like miles at the farms
Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer
The roadrunner follows the path of no other
Let me rideuntil i get free
The other version personally
Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane
But i'mma build it ground up, let's again
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