Dear Friend

even though my fucken life//
is becomin so damn trife//
ur fuckin wit a nigga tat has a liscence to kill all tha wifes//
im havin a barage of high-quality knifes//
bein sharpened to kill all tha friends of mine tat did me wrong//
tis is y i am writin tis god forasken song//
im havin all tha doors bein broke off tha hinges wit small clots of blood//
but tryin to be grimey i tried to cover it up wit mud//
i went diggin deep im talkin 6 feet deep//
cause wen i need to clean im doin a clean sweep//
i aint tryin to get caught so im headin to my niggas house//
im knockin on tha door and im greeted by his spouse//
havin a flash back to wen were little kids//
gettin food all ova our baby bibs//
ten getin placed to go to sleep in our cribs//
ten by a sudden snap of a finger//
i found my self beginin to linger//
around tha whole place and was greeted by a sound of little ones//
it was tha two of us arguin in tha past about who had tha bigger guns//
not talkin bout guns but actual muscles so take a time to reflect on tha past//
tis is tha final day i will let tis shit slide past me for tha last//
time i had enough so i pull tha glock out and unloaded a full clip in all of us there//
so were lyin there wit tha death stare//
guess wit tha arguin we had it had to end//
but tis was tha wrong way my dear friend//

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67-30-46 combined overall on rb


keep lethal in thy beatin heart/
let thy tactix slip life falls apart/


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