you know, i'm no good
bugatti in your hood
they rushing you, your
blood clotting, the doc
jotting, your vitals dropping
my k polished, like ben wallace
i'm tossin bricks at your college
diggin my hands thru yo wallet
like oh stop it, payday bars
i'm a riot, shotgun her name maia
she wanna introduce you to gaea
ashes ashes, straight fascist
plot twist like joe and cassius
stackin' grip like weed taxes
rolling up while she relaxes,
ill cabron drinking abraxas
whatever man, don't you see?
i always love them
until they drop the bomb on me.
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