Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,
One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,
Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.
Just sit back and relax and take it easy
And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
Let me drug you up and put different things in you
Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two
And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual
Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.
Everybody watching while you touching real money
In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be
I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
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