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I'm a soldier, you're a farmer with the pitchfork John Wick, kill every assassin on the switchboard Expert at exerting texts, words with texture Absurd, I axe murder tracks like I'm Dexter Cold blooded, so sudden, nobody's breakfast My guest list? Nobody. So bloody reckless If I don't write, things are not very promising Not many strong as him, but not lots of common sense Shit caught a mil just on Japanese garmentry Did more pills than the back of a pharmacy Spectacle, skeptical, replicas blocked out Put me in the ring, that's a technical knockout Can' let these geeks have it, beast back to wreak havoc Fresh dressing real savage, can't fuck with these fabrics Guns up in each cabinet, shotty by the bed If you break into my house, that's a body full of led Somebody probably should have said, I am coming back for vengeance To bury all my enemies and cherish all my friendships Cutting all the people out my life that have no guts Spazzing out on tracks, I just blackout and go nuts Provocatively, talking awkwardly, you rocking with me? Fucked up so many times, I let God forgive me Thank God I can spit a sick 16 Drug money, rap money ain't worth sick sixteen Letras de canciones$130,000 on my whip wearing ripped jeans $100,000 on my other whip, making quick cream Cash rules everything around me, don't come through my boundaries Everything I do, it's astounding Underground king, then I got demoted Now Carlito's in the bathroom, I'm reloaded I don't give a flying fuck what you got recorded Both my thoughts distorted, but I got rewarded I'm a problem in the game, homie pass me the ball I just hung another two plaques on my wall 'Cause I'm back from a relapse, cash 'cause I freelance I snap like a tree-branch on tracks made my C-Lance From Letras Mania