You gotta just dead yourself
Dead all that
Free yourself
Paint a whole piece
Make a motif
Give em so much dope
Make em OD
Looking at me
Like you g it ain’t 03
A little OD
Like what’s kosher these days
Probably be safer if I just don’t speak
Everyone turned so PC
Then they turn their eye when it’s their homie
Sorta making you a phony
But what do I know? just lil old me
Dont wanna be an old bummy man, mumbling, cussing out all the youngings
Let me hear where you coming from sunny
Old now, still trying’ hеar you out come on tell me that don’t count for nothing
Somеthing?
I’m talking like I’m forty
Not me, born in nine three
By then have a time piece, gold teeth
Ain’t there yet still need more breesh
Smoke more bleeps
Hit more cheeks
Jeez Pat
What you sixteen Pat?
You really need to get more deep
War and peace
Boarders causing beef
In this world born free
What happened? now we paying lawyer fees
Are we all sheep?
Standing on four feet?
Pouring out warmth
Stored heat
In engulfed me
To avoid heat stroke had to hit the grocery store
Keep it going, ain’t trying to get cold or to cozy though
Have to expose me
I wasn’t always so knowing no
I was so sweet
The kid had cold feet
Chicken sh#t poultry YO
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