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Vernon

Over my shoulder I’m a card holder
Burn a car and a broken
One day I’ll burn spears and all fear
Choker hold in time
Tends to turn me cold in tryna fight
Tryna die, tryna get high before I get older
If you got it, come and ride on my sleigh
Fuck a and a tape
Think that he leaked but he gape
He tried to plead out when he’s late
But these ends are really only leaked in my grave
I cross these men in my way
These written I never save
Humble tones I used to speak alone
To peep my homie exposed
These drugs always lead to my dome
I get grown with these bugs and they eat at my home
I rip out the holes I took so long to sew
I took so long to sew
So I twist a bowl
I see my death but my son will get old
I see my breath down in the snow
Over my shoulder I’m a card holder
Burn a car and a broken
One day I’ll burn spears and all fear
Choker hold in time
Tends to turn me cold in tryna fight
Tryna die, tryna get high before I get older
I see it over my shoulder I’m a card holder
Burn a car and a broken
One day I’ll burn spears and all fear
Choker hold in time
Tends to turn me cold in tryna fight
Tryna die, tryna get high before I get older
Everyone call me when
Said some kids in my school they don’t know about shit
Lunch time, eleven graders made me sad
At the motherfucking table they was eating I would spit
After class I would get Dillon, Garret, Kevin, Will, Henry, Fig
Tryna figure out the crib
It was never no extra curricular, extra terrestrial
I was getting lit
Getting swizz in the basement
Now sure I feel sex
Might have been thick, might’ve been for man
I don’t give a shit, that was back then
And the super fat kids
Next thing I know, closing that bridge to manhattan
Shop with the stones and the sticks
It’s the fact that I’m grown in that sick
When I was young, I was down to roll
Breaking them bones, shop with the sticks and the stones
Ain’t tryna hear 'cause they already know
In New York, I been here before
When I was young, I was down to roll
Breaking them bones, shop with the sticks and the stones
Ain’t tryna hear 'cause they already know
In New York, I been here before
When I was young, I was down to roll
Breaking them bones, shop with the sticks and the stones
Ain’t tryna hear 'cause they already know
Over my shoulder I’m a card holder
Burn a car and a broken
One day I’ll burn spears and all fear
Choker hold in time
Tends to turn me cold in tryna fight
Tryna die, tryna get high before I get older
I see it over my shoulder I’m a card holder
Burn a car and a broken
One day I’ll burn spears and all fear
Choker hold in time
Tends to turn me cold in tryna fight
Tryna die, tryna get high before I get older