I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.
The .45 for you niggas with nine lives
Some niggas ain't got no luck
We goin out we showin up
We should be up in anarchy
I'm kobe in an orange jersey
But then we would make-up
What, what ... project shit what
And the food could have been finer
We burning up, it's a bonfire,
And we try to keep up
Without your love it's cold as fuck
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
It's wack that crap i smack stacked and stacked and stacked
'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck
We bursting doors like we just showed up
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