When it came to grams it was 90 i fried
Breath held tight, biting your lip, and your dead by night/
Dead they chose money over your head"
Sb horror pack monsters under my bed
Reading your so called rap almost made me break my computer.
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
My life is almost as fucked up as your mind is.
Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes
I can give your complete death, but i left you just half dead
Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set
Shoes that i stole off your dead body
Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see
Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.
Desire get confused and you could lose your direction
And if i catch you handing me your dead eyes,
I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price
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