Marshall faulk, steven jackson
Top ranked, number one my son
Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail
Pass any court date without a trail,
Don't follow the trail of gold or you will be controlled
She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed
Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns
Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose,
Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth
That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then
I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men
Calling out any mc who's daringly threatening my destiny of the crown/
Look this whole time, we was comin from separate towns to hold down
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