My gun your scars, your wrist your calls
And of course, my car's off course
The former, position of a pimp
It's his highness and the finest
I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.
My newest motto to use a condom with newest models
When i get my hands on nines
Sethered your spine, your movement lines
Am i behind this, i'm just like this sinister highness
In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush
Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster
Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her
It's been nothing but pain
Blood stain, your slain, your brain
That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama
Leave your running to your mamma,
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