Wit 24 tics left on my clock,I'll be smokin.Runnin tha block,makin my last shots count like Jordan.Partyin till tha morning throwin up wit no warning,Fuckin one bitch a be boring.Give me two at a time,muiltply that by two alittle henny and wine,bacardi,and lime.And please don't try ta blow my high,cause 4-5 a pop and blow yo mind.Please don't waste my time.I'm tryin ta spend ya bitch and stacks.And whateverys left I let my shorties eat on that.Fiction or fact,who knows when we down on our last 24.Just make sure its live and you know what you livin for.

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And tha people sayHell Yeah!Blaze in dis Biotchhhh