Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash
Of your image, your touch, your laugh
Leave your running to your mamma,
Lucky seven probably poppa
Roll your eyes & talk your shit.
Wit my kin that i came in wit
I ain't interested in fame
Blood stain, your slain, your brain
Motherfucker your adopted!
Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit
Sethered your spine, your movement lines
This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines
Your body's right as rain
Blood stain, your slain, your brain
Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain
Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain
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