blood in my hair from the wings of a though angels guide me i to be lost spittin a rhyme devious ways all in the them freaks they get paid the was layed the bed was set nicky the cat the fillmoe 'jects here go the stealo it aint odd kahn, money, clothes, don't forget and rap for the gods pages that the holy quran man i've swervin since julius erving to rap now so open the curtain don't be in the lab i'm doin bad pencils and pads they to cash how i mash driving so shoes woo i step on the gas is mad man she got ass i looked and gave her my laugh my my legacy i it like aphetimines they me at the dinner scene and i'm standing there in my anchor jean gangsta's, hustlers, and all feel the when a rapper falls blood in my from the wings of a hawk though angels guide me i to be lost
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