Dear 58 & 6 Pt. 2

Dead franks Up in my pocket
Got my hot dog
Light the dopey
Like it's Christmas
It might make the snowfall
We gone tote the dicks away
Don't drag the beef
No
Ru-paul
Gone roll the dice
His life a gamble
Blood stains
In the white hall

I've been depressed
For like a min
Bad thoughts on how I'm living
Praying for the future
I can tell it's gone get wicked
Too much death around
Can't really hear
Just hoping that you listen
I've been Rapping shit like
Christmas
I'm just
Hoping Chris don't miss it

Told my bitch
I'm trippin
I Forgot to lace my shoes
Ain't new to this
Homie got them bitches
Watch how Jimmy Choos
Just left the pen
Still On death row
They got the con fused
Gone break the law
Don't fuck with 12
I go by cash rules
Don't show feelings
How I'm feeling
That's the shit that got my heart broke
Blood in my pen
I'm fueled by sin
This the murder she'd wrote
No ac where I'm at
Hit the blunt
And catch a heat stroke
This bitch name Deja
She for the view
How you been here befo
Found a snake by a rake
That's why
I can't trust a hoe

Red light
On G locks
But we staying on go go go
She told em yes
I smell set ups
Better let that boy no
We ride with Tyler
He ain't Jesus
And somehow heros

Do she get active
I'm just asking p
Trying to score just like Morant
White boy name Kevin
hear me later
He tired of the durants
Way ahead of me
I surpassed em
I ain't giving no Advance

I ain't giving no Advance

Dead franks Up in my pocket
Got my hot
Light the dopey
Like it's Christmas
It might make the snowfall
We gone tote the dicks away
Don't drag the beef
Ru-paul
Gone roll the dice
His life a gamble
Blood stains
In the white hall



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Writer(s): Kolby Durham
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