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22 on the milli, 22 for the age ,send it to
A mother fucker ,makem suffer like aids
I got my choppers in front ,with them live grenades
Make it worldwide taped, inside your driveway
Just a year after drinking ,when that shit be legal
Now we living illegal, blood is painting this easel
Fuck the rats and the weasels ,exterminate when they see you
Determine hate through misunderstanding virtue, I'll hurt you
Lemonade on the wrist cup of piss in which I wish
I'll get this rich, Ill customize my whole bucket list
Bucket hat like a fish, coming back like the scent
Of the haze mind bent ,on point like tridents
You boys, have just said, a bunch of punchlines
I ain't got much time for jokes, I'll laugh when I'm broke
But I'll also laugh when that ass gets smoked
When that cash gets checked and the signature wrote
For me just writing paragraphs, when you picture my quotes
I'm like a lyrical ghost, that transcends readers through roads
Of my own, have you set sail while I'm sinking your boat
I'm just thinking of those who are ahead of me
Jealousy is a sin , and money is a forever thing
With no remedy I'll motivate to get a g and more till It's history