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I'll show it to em first
I'll put em in a verse
Now his family making shirts
Trying to see what's it worth
I swear I seen worst
On Martin luther was a curse
No dreams just a hurst
No lean just some purp
He was bleeding on the curb
All this blood he was hurt
They taking pictures for the gram
They taking pictures for his merch
This ain't acting or rehearsed
We pull up slow then disperse
We shooting fast then we swerve
Leg shaking it was nerves
Ski mask on it was war
Rich dreams we was poor
On 9 mile with a gun
Ski mask on for a score
Painting pictures with my verses all this work are you employed?
No strings attached
With these lines baby just don't pull a cord
I seen my life with flashing eyes if I blink will I see more?
Or do my eyes stay shut?
Am I woke or am I gone?
For my dogs in the pen I led a stray just please come home
Will they take our rights girl why you left when I was wrong
I know you got prescribed some volumes but that done mean raise your tone
I'm not trying to pass judgment if I'm guilty pass along
My homie died right after his divorce he passed alone
Mask and a heater baby I was feeling cold
I was in a corner baby I was all alone
You told me that you love me but you think I'm with the hoes
Yea
You think I got that mindset
Glock and a watch
Baby that was timeless
You told me to leave the yo I only got one rhyme left

No rest



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Miner
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