Or choking on that semi, rob a motherfucka blind Riding through your city like that motherfucka mine Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history On the road to riches, a diamond ring, designer jeansĬhoking on that biscuit till I'm no longer existing Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was ambitionįor my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets gets My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's MemphisĪ bunch of hypocriticChristians, the land of no religion I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that Smith andĪ bunch of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never listen This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi Trigger finger itching fuck parental supervision Nose bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in womenĪin't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes
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