Godz illa

i remember da shit clear but it was bacc in day//
hopin my 3-1 bag would pass as an eighth//
cuz im 35 short wit another pacc on da way//
to maintain my reputation should i jacc em today?//
cuz this stupid niggas slippin and im paccin an eight//
i know he bleed like i bleed im bought to clap through this fake//
got caught up on oxys and lost loyalty to the game//
whip it's, xanax, and lithium i never thought it would change//
just anotha crooked nigga, im bout to put two to shame//
but still he walks around town with a T in his shoe//
findin dudes to be in his crew, so be it, its coo//
jus wait til i catch you alone foo//
i swear ta god ill make you regret what im gone do//
and if not, ill make you regret what my chrome do//
when i leave you wit a "Chrome Dew", in ya home dude//
wit ya brains leakin, should've handled ya own dues//
you reveal your weakness im takin ya phone too//
no last minute calls to put the hit on me dawg//
cuz i know about the contract wit JJ and lil b's job//
you missin me wit dat bullshit homie i hope you listening//
your life is officially history, death forever a mystery//

jus som mo real shit you kno not on no lyrical shit for freestyles jus keepin whats real, real wit yall

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