Black woman you cold
S queezys very bold
Heaven's waiting for sammy satan
Savin' up 24 bullets with gun
I really can't under what s the fighting for
I got sexy ladies all over the floor
Fuck fame, fuck money
Skill or authority
You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for
Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
No devil worship, i aint praying to satan
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
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