Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think
Pacific of mine, sir', uh.. dismissed
I got pics of this bitch with her little tits
Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips
Instead of pulling them out of my own mind, but now this time when i rhyme they're mine,
Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time
I suppose this conscience of mine will start to narrow
I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though
Which is why this arm of mine is cut up
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right
This is my story ill bring to light
Light this paper and huddle,
I got rich from a little struggle
And get out of my light,
My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride
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