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My dome spin as I atone for my sin at home begin all training
If home training was a feast I’ll be a piece of beef maintaining
on a plate at a party reserved everbody served my flavor even
The neighbor ate a plate yelling it taste great aroma kicks like Steven
Stegall, my faults are caught in street fought the heat of the cops
On the down low, diminish foes and finish clothes with
A sewing machine now glowing clean in Rocawear a gift
For swift kids in the Ghetto can’t let go of name brand
Clothes got plans and woes about life I just don’t understand
If clothes were a river they’ll have flows that deliver wetness
Like a stream of water and do an extreme slaughter regret this
How my pockets are empty even Davy Crockette’ll simply twist
With a bucket of muskets loaded to shoot bear this stuff is very brisk
The king of the wild frontier my style punks fear yall best serinade
whack cats got grenades in their prankster pants think they got it made
Gangters don’t dance battling is fun with gattling guns only cut them braids
If life was a knife it’ll be a sharp blade that make hearts afraid
Of being cut I’m seeing sluts on the up that wanna hurt me and parade
In battles and laid the saddles for failure too much paraphanalia exists