II Corinthians V-VII

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[Verse] Yo, yo, yo, (somebody [?] up), yo, yo, yo, it's deeper than life, it ain't happen overnight Stereotypes, I represent for cats that wasn't livin' right I done spent many nights, watchin' fiends getting high Smokin' weed, gettin' drunk, watchin' my dreams pass by The dope won't sell long as we on the block Son slid through, we shot off his head, and made it hot And I sped off Last week, just counted up a hundred of that bread loaf Then just went and iced out my wrist, yo, I'm dead wrong All VVS's but the Maybach two tone These niggas think they're hot, these pussy niggas they lukewarm, uh I'm about to fuck a nigga's bitch with my tool on Better not walk up in my crib with your shoes on, uh Put on my slow jams, I'm gettin' my groove on .40 on me, still I'll let you pick out your tombstone, uh The Henny tell me who to move on In the crib gettin' money off two phones, uh Yo, I'm quarantinin' with my jewels on On the god level, I feel like I can't even do wrong