i'm back like a rain check...
naw!,matter fact i'm back like reverse wit my aim to leave tha game wrecked
somethin like five car pile up...,
road rage like brandy, just tryna get my miles up,
alotta on a mission to be hotta switch they style up
comprimised their soul now they stuck like now what?
how such a young man sold weight before
robbed n killed all these folks, survived major gun wars
walkin in tha quicksand of lyin got his ankles sore
imaginary thuggin got him where he can't take more
either or, neither nor, laugh now, cry later
tried to be bugged out now you stuck to tha fly paper
cuz now tha monster is back and i aint under beds
i decapatate haters tha sword'll 1 ya head
all that fantasy paper i call it wonder bread
wonder when you gettin it go cop you a gun instead
and try to stick a nigga and after he kill ya ass
or you in critical condition from tha reality clash
it was good you tried anyway, i'm good n high anyday
tha monsters back around so you would've died anyway

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