I died at sixteen
and I cried in this dream
I try in this stream
but it's too slippery
thought it was gifts but shit they give to me
so I'm living mean
am I prison deemed
feeling like weezy sipping lean
tripping seemed
ammunition cleaned
but dirt in my flesh
my verse is my test
fly first then find death?
never that
I'm the king forever cat
bet your team'll never bat
got your bitch looking for better chat
but it's too bad I'm quiet
feeling like 2pac my eyelids
stay closed
cuz this ugly world only cares about pesos
judging everything but they roles
fuck an enemy in not worried to family I stay close
rebuking a grey ghost
and a gay host
pick up the gat and spray notes
death wishes likely
not worried if the next bitch gon like me
on flex shit till they snipe me
©aceito
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