you aint never see a 100 crooks milan...
ill shot u in ya fuckin neck if ya look at me wrong...
i could do hooks and the songs....but i rather flow...
cause they love for me the bars when i gather up the dough//
moving rapid with the blow....keys o's anything u need man i got it//
keys to a brand new v man i got it//
if i dont i could get it...
i ment it if i said it.....
homie dead it...ill see u when i cash in..
i smoke...hit trees like im skiin in the aspens//
u bleeding and u gasping...tryna get a breath...
but u cant cause the hollow tef lodged up ya chest...
heart pumpin slower and ur mind gettin weaker...
now its time for u to meet the reaper...
bullet proof wallets bumpin through my speakers....
retro sneakers..new boots on my diva....
ima leader....380....mac 10 or that chrome millimeter...
see ya...wouldnt wanna be ya...
6 ft under ground please dont fuck around...
the virtue of this shit right here is to hurt u...
u dont even like ur own life why would i murk u...
first rule me verse you..bring a hurse through....
a little something i usually dont text shit but just an opener
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