I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry
If you do then ima have to aim and fry
I got great aim though, don't insult me
Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy
But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was
I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.
Or aim for the head instead,
She don’t give her nigga head
Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim
I was so sincere like nas first name
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,
I clap shit-aim at your heart
I'm so intact so i stay sharp
Soon as i get home
Aim bullets straight at your dome
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