Lyrics

Look at this hell we got blocks hot And we shell shocked really cookin in this melting pot Red cappin or we biden our time wont bite my tongue And any state that its legal I got my gun so even if i drop the baton i got my run How many mcs is fucking with sean its not a one Mass slaughter on the asiatic cage me for the gauge tho They raised where the rage at pages i recite on the stage black No lights poe lice make ya hate life every day grains Make ya hate rice she got ya back But way she talk make ya hate wife Teach her how to bluff get ya face right Raise hell then run to pray oh you the mase type And you only in the game if you play right People are fake and faith is free So dont waste your prayer hands on me On G
Writer(s): Sean Blak Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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