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I'll admit, I was a wild seed I was a kid
Slangin' dope, poppin' Shroomz and droppin' of sin
Psychedelic visions ensue my view
Feelin' the alter-states as altered my fate

But I [Incomprehensible], all distorted shit brought it up
I came and couldn't afford to store it up
So I began to record it on
The autobiography of Luis

that's unbelievable, inconceivable
That the shit I set out to do was achievable
But alas, at all the shit come to pass
While we remained strong, others like glass

'Cause you style, and you need all the help brother
you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover
This up, for the celebrity
Who intelligence, integrity, intensity

Oh, true, I got you in an angle like Kurt
But don't go gettin' your fuckin' feelin's
I spit many of heat, that burn like a furnace
I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin' out dermis

I got my 9 millimeter at my waist,
I got my shotgun in the escalade,
If you feel groggy then and get sprayed, papa
I don't but you dug your own grave, papa

I got my 9 millimeter at my waist,
I got my in the escalade, papa
If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed,
I wanna but you dug your own grave, papa

You know me and you've with me
And if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all home me
I don't walk around with bodyguards, not me
I'm hangin' out the people of my posse

Used to have a lot of enemies bad intentions
Spreadin' gossip like disease, creatin' of tension
People turn around when you a star it seems
But others hate you all 'cause you've fulfilled all your

smile in your face and act like nothin's wrong
When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your
Why don't you take mask off, look me in the eye?
You I might blast-off and call you on your life?

a deep one, and peep son
Retribution around more than once, like a re-run
a cheap one to kill, so steep son
You're just one who gets thrown in the quay, son

I got my 9 at my waist, papa
I got my in the escalade, papa
If you groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa
I don't but you dug your own grave, papa

I got my 9 millimeter at my waist,
I got my in the escalade, papa
If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed,
I don't wanna but you dug your own grave,

You know they in your face
You know try to take space
I let you know you ain't safe
'Cause you you're just dead-weight

But at the present day they gettin' stalled out for reason
But not from me, it's punk-hunt season
Charged with high-treason, I'm easin' the never
[Incomprehensible], that you're leasin', ain't gonna forever

So about that, is it worth the pain?
When you flirt with pain, bitch you hurt your brain
But you're thick-headed, numskull and said it
"It was the moment you feared, when my spreaded"

I got my 9 at my waist, papa
I got my in the escalade, papa
If you feel groggy then and get sprayed, papa
I don't but you dug your own grave, papa

I got my at my waist, papa
I got my in the escalade, papa
If you groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa
I don't but you dug your own grave, papa

You know they smile in your
You they try to take space
I let you punks know you safe
You they just can't wait

You know smile in your face
You know they try to space
I let you punks you ain't safe
You know they just can't