Now soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history Toking on that biscuit til I'm no longer existing On the road to riches, a diamond rings, designer jeans Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was ambitionįor my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets gets My Santa Clause was missin, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's MemphisĪ bunch of hypocritic Christians, the land of no religion I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that Smith andĪ bunch of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never listen This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi
Trigger finger itchin' fuck parental supervision Nose bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in womenĪin't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes
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