Bad boy fighting in the last round, hard glove,
Sudden death over time, shit, no coming back,
‘cause sniffing on the powder does eyes wide,
Make sure your shoe's tight,
You run from the Ripper in a homicide.
Street's disciple, legendary knight shit,
Chop all them, move quick, how about the cock pit?
Snakes on a plane, hold guns, they own some cop shit.
Too late, that my friend's son is obnoxious.
Respect taking if niggers don't wanna give it,
I close my ears to stories if you ain't living
Half these niggers in the game catch them fliches up and not with you,
Halfway turds if we address them, no.
The weak shell perish, I'm walking the most a realness
I wrote this shit straight from the heart so you should feel this.
Lie detectors are more recurrent reveal this.
Who's the father? Many of us bust it off
Hot dogs in the face, she wipe the mustard off
L A S for the level, this shit is for the soul,
Dominate the stadium quick, because she loved the boss.
I'm an out-door speech giver, the podium killer,
Nobody real here but God and that's my nigger.
I woke with angels and toast with demons,
Two sized to the Gemini mind for different reasons.
I was born in the middle of nature, switching seasons,
Bansoon to the moon, you're chilling with Jaggy Gleasy.
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