for the racks you’d kill yo kin for da soda ya can cut ma limb been down for a minute still him bleed purple I press cinnamon Ima catch me a opp in these ricks blowin smoke I don’t fw the tricks ion want them at my table ya never even made da list if ya neva ever made no paper tf you gone talk bout sense Set up camp at da trap for da maple So fake I can see through the lense ya can fuxk round meet yo maker Well I still can’t count the advance I’m comin for souls undertaker Cant bring her around I might take her Good gold on me like a laker And the one thing about ol me Ian never been no hater If you wanna leave just go leave Any time you hit my phone I’m still gone let it beep Gotta lotta shii in this head But I’m the only knowin me Like tony Montana I reap Good juice while the tank on e There’s a noose that’s been round me been numb ever since October For da rest of life ima loner
this made me cry becuase my sacred chakra became balanced with the 808 in the one. thank you god for putting x6 in someones balls . now i live at the same time frame as him
