My wrists murderous as well as my wits
I twist the knife in ya kneck til' ya body's final twitch
I'm sick like dogs with rabies, and crack addicted babies
You can be a rasta play imposter i'll send em to Hallie
Balling til' my grand finale, shootout victim in Cali
Teardrops, and closed casket, afterlife i'm active
The mad kid that preferred the Wu over B.i.g.
Natural women over Beyonce's, real hair, over weaves, or wigs
Everything i just said half of it was bullshit
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My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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