Our Majesty
It has to be a tragedy
There holdin us down like gravity
see actually the government
tends to be our majesty
Whats happening is trafficking
But the Feds are doing the packaging
If your askin me It's a catastrophe
We can't even legally pass the beez
Got all this pain & agony
& the Feds keep on
Coming after me mad at me
Cuz I'm stacking Gs
But they can't hang
Wit my strategy
I'm packin heat if I have to be
Aint none of my foes out lastin me
Always feel like ones gonna blast at me
So there's a hundred Riders backin me
that's fast to creep To put your ass to sleep
& won't crack a peep Unless there asked to speak
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