Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead
Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet
Im trying to see her in bed
Your raps are so brain dead
That rap is mostly dead/
Kick back and know yo son set
Dead , shot etc
I try to tell them i'm one of the
Leave u dead and ya boys lookin for u movin wit the clouds/
To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds
All you niggas dead , dead fake
Now a nigga got baking to bake
Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war
Leave ya dead, i roar no more questions left guessing if i'm hardcore
But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra
Invade their area, dead bodies everywhere, i'll carry ya/
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