southside drilla fam
gold coast chilling man
stacks getting taller than
the mafuckin' ceiling fan
do that make me appealing?
i only did it for the feeling,
grease these bitches while
my paint peeling, daytons
squealing, two towncars
hit the low for the a-bar
we heatin' up,
we streetin' up, ain't strange
chiraq youngins be sheetin' up
but when that jacket come off
oh now you wanna talk? is it fear?
these eyes never gonna see a tier,
my wish on every burning rock i see,
even when it's simple as democracy,
when you a ryder there's no advocacy,
say goodbye to good, old, malleable me,
callous and free, as a spring breeze
damn g.
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