Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit
The color was so vivid and the red was solid.
The clearly vivid murals in atlanta with depictions,
My city's culture to the game now in existence
My childhood memories are still there..
They tryin to say that i don't care
Mental images, vivid as a school-age collage
See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
The vivid storyteller, confessor of sins dweller
If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape
Killing the game, call me picasso with the vivid picture i create
I'm everything that they call nice
My childhood was full of bad memories
From where they take them old beats and turn em into news
Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,
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