Ill mortar guys and before disorder dies i more than horrify//
Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die
And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys
As your family dies, and my family rise
It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room
Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon
Still better than you and i'm barely devoted/
Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit
Blind, damn his so fuken kind he thinks he is better than me
Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy
And pray for better days
Your better than me what? "you gays"
Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though
Leaving rappers disordered, that explains the toe you grow in your fro
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