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I'll admit, I was a wild seed I was a kid
Slangin' dope, poppin' and droppin' lots 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 short and couldn't afford to it up
So I began to record it on
The autobiography of Mario

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

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

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

I got my 9 at my waist, papa
I got my shotgun in the escalade,
If you feel then 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 shotgun in the escalade,
If you feel groggy jump and get sprayed, papa
I don't 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 home me
I don't walk around 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 disease, creatin' lots of tension
turn around when you become a star it seems
But others hate you all 'cause fulfilled all your dreams

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

Take a one, and peep son
comes around more than once, like a re-run
You're a cheap one to kill, so son
just another 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 groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa
I don't wanna but you dug your own grave,

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 wanna but you dug your own grave,

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

But at the present day they stalled out for some reason
But not from me, because punk-hunt season
Charged high-treason, I'm easin' the blow never
[Incomprehensible], that you're leasin', gonna roll forever

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

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 wanna but you dug own grave, papa

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

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

You know they smile in your
You know they try to take
I let you punks know you safe
You know they just wait