I could’ve greased that notch with a cork
But I did it with a WD instead
I felt like heavy when I handled it steady
I’m tryna give a boy lead
I hit neck and face on my first boot
Ain’t no way I might hit in them lengths
I said I’m coming hood
way me trench
I my men with my mum’s kitchen
I in bend, but I swear that I didn’t
Old I in my cell when I heard
feelings
I getting calls my bredren’s
a like did I blip him?
I blip would’ve been rude if I didn’t
I’m cut a cloth
shot and it top
shielding my bredren
I there like, on?
that I loved him
Didn’t wanna my by axe
As and I told him
and I my in back
hit with two corn, yeah
and black
my
with two corn
black
hit with two corn, yeah
and black
Slapped my with two corn
black
I with shells
I and black
I with a don’t ****
I up
***?
It’s and whack
dash
That’s stab in backs
I with shells
I and black
I with a don’t ****
I up
***?
It’s and whack
dash
That’s stab in backs
it with and black
Five so called Rojack
blick, I intact
Winning that a fact
I that I my sats
I that I’ll cats
I run into sacks
SAD, three packs
like Rash
200 pev, don’t Nash
don’t use VAS
started with sass
Real ****** me
Only my circle’s so it lonely
Should’ve when buckets a dopey
Active know it’s smoky
I with shells
I and black
I with a don’t ****
I up
***?
It’s and whack
dash
That’s stab in backs
I with shells
I and black
I with a don’t ****
I up
***?
It’s and whack
dash
That’s stab in backs