Took the red pill, forehead scar, i'm the chosen one
What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand
Stack in his hand trynna make that last
Of your image, your touch, your laugh
Still my daddy forehead got some deepass wrinkles
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
Sethered your spine, your movement lines
When i get my hands on nines
The shit that i spit is more
Your eyes it's my paradise, your
Ain't heard dc since sardines came
Blood stain, your slain, your brain
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts
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