Its in Fentanyl
I like Continetal tours, and continental breakfast.
All I wanted was some more head room
Like Max max max max heathens Though
Brutally released ina brutal crisis
Who The Told You About this
Was It Era Game, Era game. Era Game?
Who the sold you down this?
Who the told you to sell drugs
Told You not to give a
So you can come up out it.
Barkin at me, barking at man doubt it
Give it to the thugs give it to the es
Give up to the hoes
Its Rap up Hoes Down
Its rap up Hoes down
Its a ing clown a ing liar
and a ing obsessed person
Trapped up in it
Trapped up in the infinite version,
Its infinite Its like Fright Night
Its like fight night
Its in Fentanyl
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