The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss
That's how i got the weed spot
From the bottom to the top
Jt: didn't get a gift for her
Reminisce the times and the laughter
Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit
Got the passion for the music
In the heat of the summer,
The only time i flirt with her
The realist in the game
Just plain pat visions with some sick aim
It's slight blemishes and life system
Do the math, get the sum
Now we must stand tall
Where the ball meets the wall
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