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I'll admit, I was a wild when I was a kid
Slangin' dope, Shroomz and droppin' lots of sin
visions would ensue my view
Feelin' the as they altered my fate

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

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

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

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

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

I got my 9 millimeter at my waist,
I got my shotgun in the escalade,
If you feel groggy jump and get sprayed, papa
I don't 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 bodyguards, that's not me
I'm hangin' out with the of my posse

Used to a lot of enemies with bad intentions
Spreadin' gossip disease, creatin' lots of tension
People around when you become a star it seems
But others you all 'cause you've fulfilled all your dreams

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

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

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 wanna but you dug own grave, papa

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

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

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

So think about that, is it worth the
When you flirt with pain, bitch you don't your brain
But you're thick-headed, and rick said it
"It was the you feared, when my venom spreaded"

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

I got my 9millimeter 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 smile in your face
You know they try to take
I let you punks you ain't safe
You know they just can't

You know they smile in face
You know they try to take
I let you punks you ain't safe
You know they can't wait