BASEMENT FREESTYLE
Wallace
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Look I've been killin' every verse Since I took this deadly curse Took a couple hundred shots Left you body in a hearse Now you layin brain dead Got a bitch who give you head From a city where they makin' sure a motherfucka' dead Growin' up All I ever had was some bread Now I'm lookin' for a dollar through my motherfuckin' bed Tryna get it through yo' head Work it up and make some bread Now I'm countin' up these stacks Count your loss, and make it spread Why make me wear a vest When you aimin' for the head People wishin' for me dead, throw a finger in the sky No why where or when man people gonna die I ain't even gotta try, goin' hard since July Blowin' up Just finished rollin' up I faced a couple hundred blunts And passed it to the homies just to smoke it up Drip, drop, in my white tube sock I go rick, rock in my white drop top Because momma never taught me how to be no bitch I been hangin' wit' the homies and yo' main bitch I been killin' every bar, you ain't owe me shit Because mommy bought your car Homie you ain't shit
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