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Yeea kapazcity straight forsaken bowl gang never coming home mane sold that speed acid,mdma sass , and cocaine pine oak strathcona where I roam mane and it's my main stay the crack heads losing there head everyday only good for money in the bank I'm heartless no conscious no room to fall of this have to finish what I started till death do us part bitch knocking up on a coffin open the fuck up when I say I hack you with my machete open your airway I do not play your only chance is when I'm high out my brain odds unfair violence runs through my veins strategically insane flows like the rain washes the blood and pain away so we carry on an live another day forget about the past and say we gonna change for the better weather or not i do its up to me not you I only know I will not lose I need to win I have put too much effort in strayed from the good committed sins never to be forgiven in gods eyes those pearly gates I will be denied entry sent down to hell for all eternity to sip liqueur snort lines and fuck Bitches throw money in my grave so I continue to acquire riches In the afterlife I still need them figures all cash delivered in my palm shout it out SFBG all day long out here to right them wrongs pressure on the trigger boom your gone funerals on yea it's booked you shoulda known there's no such thing as a half way crook you want this life you gotta grab all of it an example follow it like a soldier obey the orders stand on those corners from dusk to dawn over and over its repetition unhealthy conditions but it's your mission to fight the malnutrition never gettin the recognition just the intuition that your opposition is plottin you feeling blocked in the pistol is cocked locked and ready to blow one shot two shot three shot foe fuck it I'ma go commando grab the automatic and let it go I'm fucking generalissimo artistic like Picasso locked up like Burkina Faso sell a brick like Pablo bitch suck and swallow higher then Apollo I'ma mother fucking desperado go through more shit then Milano run a snitch over in a Silverado truck them witnesses awestruck as it's the pistol I tuck away for another day it's SFBG gang we retaliate like a boomerang faster than a mustang Rollin up chop the Dutch never misjudge give it a lighters touch and smoke up till we high as a kite this is my birthright come up from wainwright I'm feeling alright in my own right it's a delight I take flight every night never gonna stop till the heartbeats gone and I drop but until then I'm go hard non stop for this hip hop work you like a sweatshop till you head pop from this constant syllable flow I'll let it go never slow to an fro drown you in the golf of Mexico kick you ass under water with tae Kwon do you were not ready for this rodeo so now you go this is the end of the show