these niggas know,who i am..and if they dont,then they wont,cuz im gone..changin every second cuz im wreckin,cuz our time will end,ask yo reverend for the blessin,but then..hood hoes,mischievin weeve,dirty money,bad boys and thieves,headed to the gunny,for the squeeze,life gave me lemons,but these apples fallin from the trees,is all a man needs,knowledge from the beginning even though its sinnin,to fill my jeans,and be winnin?becomin the wolf as the hair from my chinny chin,no fangs ask my dentist,but im a menace,eatin audio as grimace,til im finished,never finished,im always in it,for the minute im independent,with no limits,or holds,bold moves with the flame in this cold,burnin yous my first impulse
Posted on: Wed, 25 Sep 2013 20:17:25 +0000
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