Fuck the cost, i'd rather mainstream success over a drug boss
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Fuck the cost, i'd rather mainstream success over a drug boss
feast on defeat of the weak, speak words with such technique they considered antiques,
Gunz jam like too much traffic...rushour shot catastrohe..
Every time i blink, my soul shrinks, heart gets colder, and my surroundings get a year older
I tear shoulders, as i bare boulders, kill fair soldiers, try to keep away from wax cuz i fear molders
who dare told ya?, my layers older, check the limestone evidence
flame thrower comlex when i claim sodier
the strange fang mouthed mc game molder
In the pines don't represent, cuz spines broke is evident
My fought i'm floodin, i'm settin off, brain cells sheddin, by eleven
but weak raps be irrelevant
concepts puffs joints long as tusks from elephant