It goes on n on like eternal life, internal stripes I’ve earned thru fights, my heart fought to depart thoughts of wicked and turn to lights,but dont get it twisted, I still kiss my fifth and flirt with nines for protecting me durin uncertain times, cuz in the Q cats’ll do dirt for lines, murders high, between 2-4 is the perfect time burglars shine, call um the perverted kind, cuz if the shit you wear is only worth a dime they still strip you bare so it’s worth their time, real shit, not the turds guys joke with so peep the words I’ve spoken and keep your third eye open, these clucks out here with there beaks and Birds Eye’s scopin know my streets n curbs but not the piece my girl likes totin, heats a birth right so creeps get burnt by toast when, my peeps get F’d wit, it’ll be a death wish, bitch,I’ll leave the hearse wide open
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