Together all the timethought it was true love
I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.
Like a small garage in your backyard
I clap shit-aim at your heart
Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,
All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit
All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim,
Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again
Ain't heard dc since sardines came
Ill minded imma take aim,
Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,
So you can see why they mad, look at they status
Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone
I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb
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