Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive
What are you doing this is my life
You are just a pain in my ass
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
You better be ready when my sleeves are down are were swinging fists
Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips
You die from my earthquake on porn mags you are buried
Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed
But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first
You are the flawless creature to my world
You are inferior to my material.
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
You know theres no control, but if my eyelids are open
My lyrics are poppin, never stopping, yo you don't gotta wait
Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state
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