I cant not stop I keep on busting my gun I cant be seeing myself stop until the feeling of calm This ain't no sitcom ,yo income Fool I have you seeing Mask on my face so no idenity they seeing The enemies me and the six triple triple six Picture beeing face to face wit the forty bitch One gee of that cash flow try to escape got to charge a hoe 44 in the middle bitch your life is said Imma fucking let this ruger go It ain't no thin line cuz a don't love but plenty hate When I come at your door imma take this mask up off my face We ain't gone ring your doorbell just a couple of knocks When we see your presence your fucking heart is going to stop.
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