Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Everything about me almost dead
My love, my code, ain’t here
Everything about me now destined
You gon see up in a minute
How im heading
Yeah, yeah , yeah, yeah
Take a penalty, yeah b#tch I hesi
Always carrying the stick, so heavy
I was lying, rap cappin, so crazy
Sour cream on the chipotle, daisy
My mind buggin, head feelin hazy
All the dicksuckin, it dont phase me
Yeah, i don wanna touch
You, or your sh#t, cause it all is mess
Retro the emperor, sh#t
He dont even know what the f#ck a flow
But he dissing the bros, but, isnt
Good enough, no where close to it
My pockets are filled with clips
I got 80 inch pockets lil b#tch
And you got pockets of piss
Dont compare yourself to me
Cause i am the sith
What
I am this
m#th*rf#ck*r yeah i am that
You already i am back
Im not leaving for long, and thats facts
You know my sh#t long, i never lack
If you wanna feature, just ask
Got J3 SVR Anonymous
On some wild sh#t like a thot
Light the cigarette smoke, come out
Like you do
Saying some dumb sh#t
Like did not go to school
Like i worked enough, just to get back to problems bruh
Bumping that thousand blunts
In the honda
Volume 4 we back for some hard stuff
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