slaves from the soul

1811 be the new code blasphemy intended dont get offended by these words that i be repping cuz i back it up before i even said 781s to heart bitch im flexing 86.22 blessings on my side you will see real warriors who never cry unless the tears or four your mourningers up and atom rise n shine its your time to die ive been trapped im the field living that norte life with my heart set to the sky and my eyes on your lies rider killa im hunting for the next of kin dont judge me hitta we slid more than they did dont approach me killa asking all that slick shit just remember Ns up rs down rider killer for the town 1811 be the new code dont get offend by the words ive been chewing on remember me this aint the 90s wax beef hitta this that 22 new new deja vudu from the shu you last sent your tio that letter to so dont be sad homie we winning giving all these bunnys the blues rest in pieces beezys rk 1811 actives from the N run this shit boy dont loose your self over the hype it aint worth it stay home brotha tell your sister i said was good come fuck with a real wino cassino