Trail of blood splatter, brain matter leading to the scene of the crime,
Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
A trail of tears to hell will be your condemnation
That manifest from skill
For real, a nigga ill
With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Pass any court date without a trail,
Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose,
My time with their half-witted reviews
Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.
Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion
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