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I came in this west side lookin fo a girl no ho stuff just diamonds n' perals,

these rappers like to tease n so i got a gun 44 with an exstention make

pictures with a polaroid machine dont know how they got it but i got a

couple fings dreams n infrered beams not to use to much like to to snack

no munch

 

all these pretty colors got me lookin up n i aint no demon but i

love to rock back n forth on my deck cause' i got bands on deck swing on

recliner with with girl n these words are real wouldnt you choosee love

over killin a pearson cat nicca i aint heem but i love to rap i got scriptures

in my brain lets take this thang far lit up a cigar lets frame a nicca and its

geezy over here niccas want to kill me for no reason how you expect to

make friends til' the end of time i got to shine but the devils in my house

tryna make me cry out loud like im laughing bows on my head i guess i

juss got to keepsteppin to the music in my head no bullet proof led i

heard niccas say im here foreva no deal no pressure but i wont give up

im a damn gee wrapped in akademiks i see i might beleed this summer