born from her death
Steven Kidwellbye heaven blazing threw he'll dripping blood sheadin bodies of the slopy lacking wannabes playing drill calls from that hi rise molly buzz yall just a nightmare away from realizing this hankie has no other life styel ta hop back and forth between dreams see wake up cold from the dew on the yard wear I lay my piolit at still smell the smoke from the fier that was blazing for a lil heat and pertection from da learkers of the night raised out in the street hustling trap ant all glam and glitz like them bois from the false a fien good homes moma and a father full family ass lies live got all they charms and ghetto clothes from the Christmas and handouts given such a picture to the ones influenced by how it looks till it cone time to cross paths wit one of us street monsters needing to kill and release missuery from junkie habit hopeless haven to reach are next fix or rise up and gain rep death doing numbers in my drout can't take shake down a fake faster break the lil gangsta bitch opp isn't even a worry we kill peal and steal like it's a signature for the check deposit and withdrawal only bodies vongoti ohio bodisquad Mafia breadin deamomns blessin hmoies praying. is a mythical illusion don't get cault on bending knee trying wish hope for peace die slow lookin me in my eyes as you go svk Da boss painful is all I know darkness gives happiness a place to smoke and escape from felonie warnts
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