We don't seem to understand each other enough
Not just me but everybody, maybe up above
If you get where I stand you should hit my phone, cause all these phoney motherfuckers won't leave my ass alone,
And I'm done paying tolls, needa better plate it ain't gone happen on it's own
I'm done with the lows, been on the lows, I'm sick of the road, I'm finally comfortable
I'm still young and life ain't fold
I gotta homie that's stuck inside the lows, no one can control his complex dome
Then there's me and I don't even know,
I'm quite the character yet so dead it's indescribable
So fuck it I flow
Dior in the bottle get the flame and spray a model torch his ass and hit the throttle,
I ain't spraying no full auto boy your a Jew inside my book next to Hitler and my chick
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