To make karma come faster than she normally will
Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.
Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
Push you into an old lady bagging plastic
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
One two three everybody wana be
We might be back in this baby
One two three four five six seven eight nine
It took time -- but finally the cash was mine
Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,
Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with
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