My tippy toes get me there as well as solid steps would
Protective prayer of my mama, best type of vest
Harmful ways taking numbers off the days
Were you just not roasting buddy?
Made him open fire like a chestnut
No surprise, most the other guys not he list not woken
Wide open eyes, best type of rest
I mean best type of sleep
I confess, I was broke a lot
Yes, I be waiting on them fat chеcks like the Forces drop
By forcе of Jan, may a opper drop
Blocked by the courser ground
Playing “Papa was a roller”, rock tossing around
Playing papa at the wake
Praying that my baby step out the coffin, God
Blessed by the most, as high as X, I was often high
Less often sippin’ on a bev, I was taught to fly
H2O dripping like molasses out the faucet
The way I drowned, I should be the last **** talking ‘bout
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