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these bitches know like you know
When we fuckin em and shit all crazy
You want a nigga callin shit
We ain't got time for that ma
We just come threw
Alexis
By the way of Texas
Big face Rolex's
While she's undressing, man I'm stressing
She's extremely blessed, extremely blessed
Extremely blessed,
Separated, I cut myself clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all
wheeled-it up
I would talk to shorty but her ass ain't big enough
Her friends look like the type that'll just give it up
From abyss to gecko, stay
freak
There ain't no disguising the truth

Kamikaze, my death is gain
I've been marked by my maker
A peculiar display
The high and lofty, they see me
the truth
No I ain't into hiding the truth

Kamikaze, my death is gain 
I've been marked by my Maker, a peculiar display
The high and lofty, they see me
the rise and fall
The prize for all
That ain't nice at all
Luck is like a ball
You can't recall or care at all
So better use your brain

A little
and fall, the prize for all
That's ain't nice at all, luck is like a ball
You can't recall or care at all
So better use your brain

A little dragon could spit
little nigga, what you smokin on?
Only 14, product of a broken home
Out late, tryin to tell me that you're makin your livin
Tryin to see how much weed
Similar to the streets in tibet
Fuck that I ain't playin' wit' a full deck (son, son, son, son)
Horn with a rifle by his side
Through the hills of Wyoming he would ride
There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
But it was God help
freak
There ain't no disguising the truth

Kamikaze, my death is gain
I've been marked by my maker
A peculiar display
The high and lofty, they see me
Similar to the streets in tibet
Fuck that I ain't playin' wit' a full deck (son, son, son, son)
the morning that bitch deaded
But you shameless
Rolling joints with your hoes trying fuck someone that's famous
But we know how the game is
Don't hate me
perfect,
This aint worth it,
You gotta know by now,
I got have intentions,
But I got a temper,
Baby still remember,
Just what we're here to do.
I
across the darkness
I'm flippin MC's out by my pin-point sharpness
Punishment is due them, I whip em very thorough
I'm servin up the hype like there ain't
fucking stand it
Court fees, bought pleas, nigga where's your fucking manners
How you hatin' on us, but claim the king of NY?
These niggas ain't fit
food" 
Shh that ain't hard to do 'cause you know and I know niggas love to barbecue 
Just give em pork and let em suck the bone dry 
"Cholesterol
the mix and all that shit)
Knamsayin, word up (Make it make it a record real quick, do yo' thang)
Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight? 
(Yeah, hook it up,