10? I don't think so.
you passionless whore. I'ma leave you buried, smashed in the floor.
when u die, there won't even be pallbearers. no one carries cash anymore.
you bring that extra chrome, wave it around & behave with the weirdness.
bro we get it, you're down as fuck.. it's a distinct facial appearance.
look dawg we know u need attention. and most of your lies forgiven.
nobody condemns your lifestyle.. just the crackhouse you tried to live in.
ur a slave to text, they call u legend & it makes me wanna stomp ya face in.
honestly... it's because ur portrayed isn't worthy of compensation.
always cave to the cops. in your case, I'm known to grab the Mac faster.
usually down to throw hands.. but it's always a strict nine for a rat bastard.
insecure about your love life.. I'd hate to leave you stuck in these thoughts.
spoiler: that's what u shoulda done, to keep your bitch from sucking me off.
keep her outta pocket.. when I fuck ya girl I hit harder in motion
if she ends up pregnant & askin for money I'll kickstarter abortion
I'll put you on display, I'm vicious af.. you just can't tell cuz I'm chill.
you keep showcasing & my revolver won't drop a shell when I kill.
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