| They don’t understand how i survive
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| How i stayed custom made from the frames down to the ride
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| While you laying getting clowned to the side
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| I’m in your town live blowing ounce of drow in your face
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| While i count mine a crime my body to track
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| Since back in the lobby with crack
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| No i’m big time king of the pack
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| On the inside harder to act on the flip side it’s all in the track
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| So
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| Catch bodies like possessed bodies off the leash
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| Less shotties more zombies cause i wanna feast
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| And if i ain’t being fed i’m seeing red i’m evil dead
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| People bleed i’m saying ramie don’t be misled
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| I’m running this stage coming to age
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| My words suicidal yeah they jump off the page
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| And they do something to your brain
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| And assault you with insane
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| Thought of you back in the west bank
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| And ya’ll been brain washed
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| You and me we don’t seem the same
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| You move like a blob i’m a speeding train
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| I’m a blood red action with a daemon frame
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| You a hot res photograph of bees and rain
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| And then ease the flame
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| You in an easy lane
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| You took the easy road
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| Keep it easy man
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| I can increase the pain
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| I’m moving cheese to spain
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| But with them evil brain
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| Because i’m just so
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| Yo
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| Certified soldier for life
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| With my life on the line like
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| Of Course i’ll be knowing the prize
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| Got a hothead rolling the dice
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| The feeling like i wish i could have this moment for life
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| Right but too hot get comfy with your two spots
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| Rude boy eat your food boy you will lose stop
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| You say you gangster gangster and you know how
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| He tucked out his skin when a balloon popped |