Alas poor phenomenaldropper, i knew him well
Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell
Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.
Only getting high cuz we closer to hell
I am the killer of my rivals. holding guns while reading bibles.
Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves
I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,
As far as these bars, my flow life sentence
Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
Yo i got, guns from italy, smoke trees, considerably
I try to be the guy, you think about
Well, either that or have you laid out
Life’s a bitch and i feel her
I, own guns, got my own arms dealer
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