Alvin Karpis:
Homey, all my lines are quoted n I’m a blow like a mine exploded
I ride w/ soldiers and never roll with fakes like when the dice are loaded
You’ll probably bring up my ex like it’s a great loss you fake boss
I’m paid dawg bout to take off sittin pretty Indian style w/ my legs crossed
At the bank makin trips you hate the kid cuz ballins more than a hobby
Stick to fuckin a basic bitch & trying to figure out this paper shit like Orgami
You aint a thug, you broke n it’s drastic whole lifes been hopeless and tragic
The feds aint approachin this faggot, if his house filled w/ bugs it’s roaches & maggots
Blaze you w/ a quick ten plus you know it’s sick when
I get pissed then....rip the flesh off a cop just to throw the pig skin
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