Nippon part 3 ( the Conclusion )

Yall remember the assassin not Golden State but the Ninja warrior Gloria from the Astoria who tried to challenge me

, such insanity , no purple rain prince my Vanity , a revelation seeking salvation

,tondux hip hops savior rocking Tupacs cross saving humanity like Christanity,

Anyway...years had passed by, no encounters wit the killers, inside the club

conversing wit the Plug, you cant tell the bouncers from the dealers.

A sexy waitress approaches me, ferociously holding Ciroc,

I recognize the Kunji tattoo...and that ass like Eryka Badu. Its the Assassin

Gloria seeking revenge, beneath the Ciroc she had a glock.

her lil hand was invisible like my Franck Muller, iced out like Rick the Ruler

no thanks to my jeweller, I could Watch...her big hand and know the time.

I ducked beneath the table loosing the cable that I bought from royalties from

my label. real shit no fable.. I wont brag, cause I know, eeeerbody aint able.

Some of yall Kane. and this bitch came to blow out my brains. The table

blocked her shot in a hurry like it was that of Steph Curry and Igoudala by

Lebron James. I jumped , grabbed my pump while laying on the floor

beside the roach of a blunt. I yelled out , You Asiatic Cunt, im

Still-matic, youre Foxy , but Fuck yo Firm , its my Nature to Dump.

Its finally over and I'm finally sober, I brought it all to a closure.

Man this chick after me like she was B. and i was wit good hair becky

like im Hova.