First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody
You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click
Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see
Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.
Normally i order three or four of these
Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
One two three to late now your gone busted nose
Everything i wanted never seem so close
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