All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed
But it doesn't really matter, he grew tired and wanted it to leave his chest
A letter to his mother tells of his fatal mistake
They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate
His homie went to his house and opened the door
I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more
Land a wishes an he can finally make money to help his family profit
I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
The disappointment he is to a family, his enjoyment turned to insanity
Everybody coming home deserve a white benz
Trying to please my family, friends and fans
You the the type of bitch to make a niggah want to use his fist
Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist
So he decided to stay out there in the universe is all alone..
That was destroyed by the elder board as he was being told to leave his home.
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