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Now the times is rolling through I get high focus on my loot Strategize for every plot Lookin' for enemies that try to get me got Shoot In my own hood can't find no peace or no good ***** deeds entice fame Tryna break out the eternal flame Death yes I felt it nobody couldn't help it Born a slave made for Catastrophe All eyes on me God send me An angel for my weak will Cuz soon im.goig. to have to **** Plenty rounds Lace up my boots a true soldier on the hunt Prepared for war as my demons begin to taunt Nobody safe once I ignite So be ready to fight to the last breath Seen a lot of scorned memories through centuries Most play the fool im breakin' all the rules Keepin' up chaos it's in my bloodline Of my family jewels They swear they know me feds wanna set me Wet me I'm takin' too many shots of hard liquor I don't think it's healthy my mind wealthy But sometimes I start to panic Thinkin' about real **** exposin' hypocrites I'm growin' frantic Used to have childish antics But now I'm grown on my own **** Hardest in the pit As I position to strike lika cobra can't Block it I'm spittin' venom Be ready to die I ain't tellin'no lie Cuz never will die I'll be back Reincarnated as muthaphukkin' mack!!!
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
Only Fear of Death
Now the times is rolling through I get high focus on my loot Strategize for every plot Lookin' for enemies that try to get me got Shoot In my own hood can't find no peace or no good ***** deeds entice fame Tryna break out the eternal flame Death yes I felt it nobody couldn't help it Born a slave made for Catastrophe All eyes on me God send me An angel for my weak will Cuz soon im.goig. to have to **** Plenty rounds Lace up my boots a true soldier on the hunt Prepared for war as my demons begin to taunt Nobody safe once I ignite So be ready to fight to the last breath Seen a lot of scorned memories through centuries Most play the fool im breakin' all the rules Keepin' up chaos it's in my bloodline Of my family jewels They swear they know me feds wanna set me Wet me I'm takin' too many shots of hard liquor I don't think it's healthy my mind wealthy But sometimes I start to panic Thinkin' about real **** exposin' hypocrites I'm growin' frantic Used to have childish antics But now I'm grown on my own **** Hardest in the pit As I position to strike lika cobra can't Block it I'm spittin' venom Be ready to die I ain't tellin'no lie Cuz never will die I'll be back Reincarnated as muthaphukkin' mack!!!
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
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