In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be
Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.
Ha - so gifted, do it truly
Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/
One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,
But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
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.
And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this
He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,
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