I burn leaf wit Ikon and the Chief nigga
This next bud is not for you
Watchin you made me land a closed hand to your nostril
Stoppin you from givin the god cold stares
Beware, my flares poke ?holes? in rolling chairs
Dunn I'm prepared when the holocaust begins
You'll have the roach smoked down to the sole of your Timbs
Now I'm, holdin your gems, you're holdin for dear life
Any mothafucker holdin the heat can have vice
You're just like a bitch wit no top on
At the Houston five, you lay down and get shot on
Double check, your dead, plugged twice in your mug
I'm high off the weed, drunk off the cop's blood
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