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

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

Somethin' that's unbelievable,
half 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 lack style, and you 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 gettin' your feelin's hurt
I spit bars of heat, that burn like a furnace
I pour rhymes out like spillin' out your dermis

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 your own grave,

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 wanna but you dug your own grave,

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

Used to have a lot of enemies with bad
gossip like disease, creatin' lots of tension
People turn around when you become a it seems
But others hate you all 'cause you've 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 don't you take your mask off, me in the eye?
You afraid I might blast-off and call you on your

Take a one, and peep son
Retribution comes around more than once, a re-run
You're a 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 jump and get sprayed,
I don't but you dug your own grave, papa

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 wanna but you dug your own grave, papa

You know they smile in face
You they try to take space
I let you punks know you safe
'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
Charged with high-treason, I'm easin' the blow
[Incomprehensible], that you're leasin', ain't gonna roll

So think about that, is it the pain?
When you flirt with pain, you don't hurt your brain
But thick-headed, numskull 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 feel groggy then jump and get sprayed,
I don't but you dug your own grave, papa

I got my 9millimeter 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,

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

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