Sunday, November 13, 2016

Thank you California for prop 64


Blood pressures cool so sometimes my heart stops. Thats ok the worlds a cold place like the remains of tupac. Stop, u dont know nothing about me. Live the good life now but started in the streets. Your shits weak. Born captured but ended free. My credibility verified. Your style is cheap. Stealing and weak beats. Your just too proud to admit defeat. I dont dwell. Your incorrect perception i will never dispel. I got no insecurities. Life goes deep like a well. Got your girl under a spell. Your lifes hell mine more like a dream. Ladies and bubba kush. I wrote the book. You cant even read it. Misunderstanding from the beginning. Ive already seen the ending. No plotting needed. Already gave myself my own warning. And the important shit i heed it. Dont need no meth i weed it. Im like johny apple seed when i walk on the soil i seed it. Pass this to scotty now you wreck and kill it, make sure this track they feel it.

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