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

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

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

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

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

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

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 me and you've grown with me
And if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all with me
I don't walk with bodyguards, that's not me
I'm out with the people of my posse

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

They smile in your face and act nothin's wrong
When you your back, they hate, and play one of your songs
Why you take your mask off, look me in the eye?
You afraid I blast-off and call you on your life?

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

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 wanna 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 jump and get sprayed, papa
I wanna but you dug your own grave, papa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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